Emperor Of Abyssals

"You…." Julius stared at the abyssal who appeared with unprecedented vigilance.

The abyssal in front of him was in a quite sorry state.

His left arm was bent at a strange angle, a whole chunk of flesh on his right chest was missing, and there were large cuts on his abdomen and legs. His face, like the rest of his body, was covered by dried blood and scabs. What's more, the injuries continued to bleed and drench him in the warm liquid, keeping him miserable.

But Julius' soul screamed at him even as his instincts put him in a defensive posture.

It told him that if he let his guard down, he'd be over. The one standing in front of him wasn't as weak as he looked. He was stronger than anyone he ever faced.

Julius could bet his power on it.

This abyssal was powerful, dangerous, and a veritable predator.

Julius rightly wondered if the only reason he was able to gauge his enemy's threat was his heavy injuries.