Is this really a Game?!

The demon groaned in pain as he got up from the ground. He now had a large hole in his chest, and some light burns could be seen on his body, accompanied by a multitude of cuts and pieces of shrapnel that had gotten stuck in his body.

The demon had trouble moving, but he was still not dead. Wolf rose from the ground as well, he as well had burns on his body, but they were more intense compared to the ones the demon had.

Wolf took out his sword and readied for the fight, while the demon stared at him in anger as he clenched his axe. This was the first time that he had fought against a human on this planet. He had heard stories from his brethren about the species and their powers.

They were nothing special, nothing at all.

But the ones that led the humans, were different.

He couldn't even count the number of times he overheard other demons discussing how a group of humans killed a bunch of them or had taken down a base.

The stories seemed far-fetched, from what the demon knew, an average human was worse than an average demon when it came to fighting capabilities, for their leaders to possess such strength that allowed them to fight those that are supposed to be at a higher level compared to them, it was simply laughable.

There existed numerous planets in the universe, it was an impossible task to count just how many there were as more sprung up constantly. There were tales of different kinds of humans, ranging from those that came from highly advanced worlds all the way to underdeveloped barbarians that held immense power and could contend against other, more powerful races in a contest of pure strength.

But these were different, the humans here seemingly had nothing they truly excelled at. They were normal, and the demons were a bloodthirsty race that lived to fight, the difference between them was not small.

And yet, here he was.

Wounded, heavily wounded by two humans who were at a lower level compared to him.

The demon was angry, but he was also excited. It had been a long time since he had gone up against powerful enemies. Tier III beings rarely fought against each other, even though there were many different demon races that inhabited the mountain range and they were all contending against one another, it was mostly the Tier I and Tier II demons that fought.

The more powerful demons were focused on improving themselves and destroying the monsters that came from the depths of the mountain range.

Even their leaders, the Tier IV demons were concerned about what could be found in the deepest parts of the demon range and never fought against each other.

It was mostly them that went forth to fight the monsters when they arose from the depths of the mountain range as the battlefield would be too much for even Tier III demons to survive in. Only the most powerful of the Tier III demons were allowed to come, and none of the ones inside the base Reing and the others had attacked were amongst them.

The demon was just one of many that were assigned to kill Reign and the rest of the team.

The demons, especially the ash demons that they were a part of, had been losing a lot of members thanks to them, and it was time for payback.

The demon charged at Wolf who grabbed his sword with both hands and lowered his stance as he waited for the demon to arrive. Putting his left leg slightly forward, he suddenly lunged forward as fire exploded out from behind him.

A blazing trail was left behind Wolf who suddenly appeared behind the demon. He was panting heavily and had to rely on his sword to simply stand upright. His legs were burned from his own flames as the skill he had used was a double-edged sword.

He had made the skill after seeing Reign use multiple skills of his own that increased his speed tremendously for a brief moment. He didn't have much speed, but if he did, it would be another trump card that he could use.

The result was not what he expected or wished to possess. A skill that intensified the power of his flames so much that even he was vulnerable to it was born. The fire would burn intensely before being released, resulting in a powerful propulsion that would send Wolf forward with tremendous speed, but it would also hurt him.

Wolf turned back, staring at the demon.

Laura on the other hand stared at Wolf's back before using her ability to start healing him from a distance.

The demon turned around, his right arm gone, severed from above the elbow while the axe he held had fallen down some 3 meters in front of him. He wasn't dead, nor would he die from such a wound, but he was vulnerable now. He didn't have a weapon, nor did he possess a lot of stamina to continue fighting.

With a smirk, he stared at Wolf, before glancing up at Laura.

His third eye suddenly opened as Wolf gulped and a bad feeling arose from the depths of his being.

He quickly lunged to the side as a powerful beam was shot from the third eye of the demon. It penetrated through multiple buildings before the demon raised his head in an attempt to hit Laura who had already used her whip to grab the talons of Beast's eagle that had been flying above them.

The beam passed through the place she had previously been, and a clear line was drawn on the mountain, no, instead of saying it was drawn, it was more correct to say that the beam that the demon launched from his third eye had split the mountain in half, at least the peak that was above the base.

A clean cut that extended all the way from the base up until the peak of the mountain appeared, the sides of the cut were bright orange from the incredible heat that had managed to melt down even the hard rocks of the mountain.

Both Wolf and Laura stared in horror at the demon who was looking at them with his three eyes, only to suddenly fall down. The demon fell flat on his face and stopped moving entirely, upon closer inspection, one could see that the side of his neck had been cut by Wolf before, and the demon was running only on fumes.

'Close, that was too close, had he used that skill before, I would have been a goner.' Wolf thought as he stared at the corpse of the demon.

And, on the last battlefield that was taking place, Tank and Greenie were battling against the demoness. Greenie was in his Vajra form, while Tank had used his mark and transformed into a demon ogre.

Both of them were giving it all that they had in this fight as the enemy they were facing was incredibly powerful. The whip of the demon had made multiple cuts on their large bodies, while her shield had pummeled them a couple of times, even breaking Greenie's nose as a result.

The whole battle was a pure showdown of strength. Both sides used the incredible strength they had and relied on the durability of their bodies in order to pummel the enemy. The demoness was not without any injuries either, multiple bruises and cuts could be seen on her body, and the shield was left in bad condition thanks to all the damage it had accumulated from withstanding the attacks of Tank and Greenie while her whip was tattered.

Neither one had taken advantage over the other, but since the demoness was fighting against 2 people, it was harder for her to concentrate and deal with one enemy as they could.

Tank and Greenie had good teamwork, the two were pretty much the meat shield of the party, even though it was Tank that did the defending most of the time. The two fought against the demoness without letting them exploit their weakness, and would sometimes even switch weapons with each other on the fly.

Even though the spirit of the emperor wouldn't recognize Greenie and give him any power, the axe itself was already plenty powerful since Tank had managed to release more seals. It was now a rank SS weapon and its might should not be underestimated.

In the end, the demoness lost against the two in a battle of attrition, the biggest two reasons were the fact that the two were able to cover up their weaknesses and not allow the demoness to attack a lot.

The second reason was because of the race and mark the two had. The Vajra bloodline was one of the most powerful in the universe and would always be above that of an Ash demon, while Tank could use his mark to transform himself into a Demon Ogre, a race that, although not as overwhelmingly powerful as the Vajras were, was still above the Ash Demons.