Chapter 1097 Sorry To Break It To You, Mr. Demon, But Zayn Never Lose

“Zayn Larson—!” Any and everything the demon was saying was being rendered as whitenoise to Zayn. The feeble ray of light shone brighter until, finally, it pierced and dispelled the veil of darkness. Light engulfed everything around him. The voice was gone. Just like that, Zayn had conquered his demon. And from that came the euphoria of being freed from his shackles and the inhibitions that had previously coursed through Zayn’s vein. He felt alive! His mind had been emancipated. He was granted liberty, and his spirit felt as free as a horse without his reins. His quondam progressed so quickly that it birthed a demon, and now that it had been banished and dispelled, Zayn was a different man now! Had he dismissed the gruelling idea of isolation training—whittling his will to its weakest, baiting his demon to emerge and finally destroying it—it would have come back to haunt him once more. When he attained the perfect class, as he was well on his way to Invincibilis, the demon would