Chapter 1250

Wyatt could tell that the huge demon was not making a joke. Such a dramatic scene happened precisely because of the tall man's appearance. The man was merely a phantom of the actual person, but it was already enough to terrify the huge demon into such a pathetic state. Wyatt could only imagine just how powerful the man truly was. His heart trembled as he recalled Zarian referring to the man as a saint. It had once mentioned that a saint was someone who stood at the very pinnacle of cultivation. Just a piece of dead skin shed from their back would hold power enough to suppress demons for billions of years. The extent of their power was simply unfathomable. The tall man, Francis, spoke up. "Little demon, it's good that you know your place, but I can't afford to let you continue scheming for your escape." With that, he stretched out his hand and the disc in Tamara's arms flew into his grasp. The disc let out a quiet hum as it started releasing waves of immense power, sealing off t