No Ordinary Opponent
The huge demon Belakor, who had just been speared in the shoulder, was lying on the broken stone table, still traumatized by the dreadful blade. He was huffing and puffing, his face drenched in sweat, his tiny white eyes staring at Jake with palpable trepidation.
He now saw this fearless human in a different light! Even in hell, this monster would fit right in! Getting fooled once, he could chalk it up to surprise, but this time he had clearly felt the difference between them.
It wasn't just a question of power, but also of equipment. His hell greatsword had some style, but it was really just an Advanced Aether Artifact. In contrast, this unknown Player had already used two super-powerful weapons. Who knew how many other weapons of this caliber he was hiding in his Space Storage.