Nikolai stood panting while encircled in the red sand, his body covered in countless wounds ranging from light cuts to deep lacerations across his chest. In this strange world, his regeneration and miraculous abilities almost felt stunted, as if something surpassing mortals restricted him from reaching his limits.
"Haa...."
He spat blood at his feet before straightening himself out.
Although the mysterious pressure limited his explosive power and regeneration abilities, it seemed to target his Blood Arts themselves, nothing else. Thanks to his overwhelming physical force and ability to crush the demons, this restriction didn't affect him as much as he thought.
This realisation gave him quite a clue to breaking through the situation.
What surprised Nikolai the most was that the demons couldn't stop his greedy devouring of the energy flowing into Hell from the various gates and cracks in the sky.
'It's a good thing my focus for the past hour was on stealing this energy.'
