Not Him

The atmosphere in the mountain was filled with the contrasting essence of Corruption and Darkness.

Vale, the Shadow Immortal, stood encircled by the three Demon Saints.

Each Demon Saint brandished a dagger, the bone of Dimensional Creatures carved into deadly weapons, gleaming with an otherworldly sheen.

"You won't even know how you'll die Immortal!" One of the Demon Saints muttered as he was sure that Vale had no experience dealing with the Dimensional Creatures. He shouldn't know the power of these creatures when it comes to manipulating the fabric of space.

Furthermore, these were not mere tools of war; these daggers were bound to their souls and were extensions of the Saints' very beings that channeled their Corruption to a greater degree.

"Ho~ You're that confident with that dagger?" Vale muttered as he looked at the daggers of the Demon Saints.