"Well, well, well, if it isn't you, you imbecile." Zarvox ceased his attack, his gaze filled with disdain as he looked upon Torin. He had long known that Torin hadn't left the Eldoria continent.
"Zarvox, what brings you here?" Torin inquired calmly, his voice devoid of any emotion.
"Hahahaha!" Zarvox burst into laughter.
"Torin, are you really that dense?"
"Step aside now, and for old times' sake, I'll spare you. But if you dare to obstruct me, I won't hesitate to end you right here!"
In an instant, Zarvox unleashed his Emperor level aura. The sheer force of it instantly annihilated the Death Spirit Clone, leaving only Torin, standing unflinchingly before him.
The moment Zarvox laid eyes on Torin, he detected the unhealable wounds that marred its form.
Had Torin been unscathed, Zarvox might have faced some difficulty. But now, if not for the level cap limitations of his Ghoul form, he could have slain Torin on the spot and summoned him back as a Ghoul.
