The realm of Mid-Nine Demonic Marks, but the aura was almost reaching the terrifying presence of a demon king; the surrounding space trembled, pressuring the different races of Late Eighth Layer and Nine Layers to retreat continuously.
Boom! The terrifying aura akin to that of a demon king converged, forming a ghostly face phantom that spanned hundreds of meters above Eddy Keller's head several kilometers away. Under the terrifying Demon Power, Eddy Keller narrowed his eyes involuntarily.
At this moment, his cultivation was still at Mid-eighth level, but he had made considerable progress compared to when he met Jack Clark half a month ago, nearing the Late Eighth Layer.
However, despite the terrifying strength of the Purgatory True Demon, Eddy Keller showed not a hint of fear.
Just as the ghostly face, formed by the innate power of the True Demon, was howling and about to engulf Eddy Keller, a deep and thick voice sounded.
"Sykes, do you think my Human Race has no one?"