Jeremiah exuded a whole new intensity after transforming into a demon. Blood energy coiled around him, and his face twisted into a menacing snarl. Yet, his eyes remained as cold as ice and devoid of emotion.

He loomed above the masses like a god looking down upon mortals; his presence was indescribable.

Even from a distance, the spectators felt the crushing pressure deep within their souls. The sensation was so overwhelming that many couldn't suppress the urge to worship him.

"You've managed to force me into my third form… that's quite an achievement." As Jeremiah transformed into his demon form, his voice grew hoarse and deep.

He slowly raised a finger and pointed at Dustin. What had once been a blade transformed into a withered, sharp claw. His crimson eyes locked onto Dustin and sized him up as if he were nothing more than an ant.

"You look intimidating, but I'm curious about how you fight." Dustin scrutinized him impassively. He had faced many fearsome opponents and would fi