Owychws

"It's impressive that you have survived their assaults for two centuries. You really are desperate to live, aren't you?"

"Two centuries?" Samyaza gasped faintly. Paimon turned around and invited Andre over. "What do you need me for?" Andre asked.

"Do you want to try killing them?" Paimon asked. Thinking for a moment, Andre nodded and walked to the four.

He first faced Sathariel, the leader of the demons. He curled up his hand into a fist and went in for a punch.

Ting! 

Andre's eyebrows lifted up with shock. He was currently in his Demon Prince Form and it could be said that his raw muscle power already exceeds that of his former self by a couple thousand times. That having no effect on the body of the demon made him terrified and imagine what other monstrous beings the universe outside could have.