Chapter 437: The System's Boasting

General Bathalotio writhed in agony, convulsing at Dorian's every move. 

Dammit! 

He thought he could smash this puny human to bits with his strength.

Though he expected the battle to be short, he didn't envision him being the one pinned down. 

"You lowly spawn! Do you know who this great one is?!"

Bam! Bam! Bam!

Dorian's smile seemed to grow creepier, as he used the back end of his sword to hammer General Bathalotio's head, almost giving him a concussion. 

Hah. 

A demon having a concussion. It seemed unbelievable, but Dorian had the ability to turn the impossible into reality. 

What sort of human was this? And why did it seem that the more it spoke, the more the human enjoyed beating it to a pulp?... I mean... are humans allowed to be this inhuman?

General Bathalotio wanted to cry but had no tears. A seething anger surged within its being, mingling with a Profound sense of frustration and helplessness.