Above the vast crater with a diameter of tens of thousands of kilometers and a depth of 10,000 kilometers, Jack Clark's gigantic form rapidly shrank like a deflated balloon and soon returned to its normal size.
Standing in the sky with his black hair wildly dancing, Jack Clark's eyes seemed pensive.
The Purgatory Demon Race, having existed for over ten thousand years, truly deserved its reputation with its endless tactics. Had he not been strong enough, he would have fallen to one of the many targeted assassinations by now.
Since entering the sight of the higher echelons of the Purgatory Demon Race, Jack Clark had survived three deadly attacks.
One occurred during the Ninth Heavens when he was cursed by a Demon God with a forbidden weapon from a distant space-time; that time, it was blocked by the Beast Soul Seal Forbidden Weapon bestowed by the Primordial True King.