The people before him were a total of three.
Two stood behind, one grasping a large sword in his hands and the other with a pitch black scythe.
They were the ones responsible for the attacks, and they were a full three meters in height, a meter taller than Zeras himself.
But somehow, Zeras felt them a bit familiar, their form.
It was just like his full Chaos Devourer form, but instead of a single sharp thorny tail behind them, they had a total of three.
Each one with the same height as him, and their red eyes flashed with a bit of shock and intense killing intent.
The one that drew Zeras' attention the most was the young devilish man standing a few meters in front of both of them, his two hands folded on his chest, and his crimson eyes staring at Zeras with an interested grin.
He was 2 meters in height, a meter shorter than the remaining two, yet somehow, Zeras felt his wave of aura was beyond those of the two behind him.