“Ugh, argh!”

The man helplessly rolling on the ground was panting as though he was on fire.

“Keuk! Aaaaaarghhhh!”

The man’s fingers—covered with callus from training—desperately scratched the ground. The man stubbornly endured the excruciating pain for the sake of one thing—he simply didn’t want to turn into one of those he absolutely despised.

“Wow…”

Isaac and Valencia stared at him in admiration.

“He is the Sword Saint indeed. Resisting demonic energy is easier said than done.”

“He’s our enemy, but I have to admit that I respect him. He deserves my respect.”

“Haha, yes, but he is dumb. He wouldn’t have to suffer if he simply accepted his fate.”

Unfortunately, the man finally reached his limits.

“Keugh! Ke—aaaaargh!” Kim Woo-Joong cried out sharply before fainting.

The Heavenly Demon finally turned his arrogant gaze away from Kim Woo-Joong and turned to look at someone else. “Fahm Vert, it’s time to keep your promise.”

“Sigh… all right. It’s about time we end our absurd cooperation,” said Fahm Vert. He looked at the Heavenly Demon with displeasure and asked, “What is it that you want?”

“What else would I want from the Demon of Prohibition?”

“Hm, I knew it.” The demon’s gaze turned toward Kim Woo-Joong. A condition had to be...