Leon's Offer & Condition

Leon bore the brunt of the Mid Arch Demon-level Dark Wyrm's deafening voice.

The sound wave blasted at his face and blew his hair back while the black sand on the ground rippled with waves and the stalactite dangling from the cave ceiling trembled.

However, he stood his ground firmly with a calm look.

Swoosh!

Gaseous clouds of dark energy slowly oozed out of his pores before swirling around his body like a small tornado.

In that instance, his insignificant presence completely changed from the perspective of the dark wyrms.

'A noble demon!' they thought.

"Do I have the qualifications to negotiate now?" Leon casually asked.

The Mid Arch Demon-level Dark Wyrm stared at Leon with a deep and solemn look in silence.

"You're very confident, but you have the right to be confident. We'll at least listen to what you have to say," it said after a moment.