Chapter 226: The cause of his parents death? (2/2)
The devil that got slapped again felt a searing pain in its cheeks, one that dislocated its jaw.
”In this world, only strength matters. If you have the power to stop me, then try your best. After all, my hands are not going to stop falling on your cheeks.”
”…”
Hearing its words, the serpentine devil widened its eyes in anger. It couldn't even move its toes, so how could it put up a resistance?! This person was intentionally making fun of it, again and again!
The serpentine devil wanted to say something, but before he could even utter a word, Elliot started slapping it senselessly. Chained from head to toe and having no way to kill itself or even say a word, it could only endure this humiliation.
From the looks of it, Elliot had no intention of killing it.
He only wanted to humiliate it.
If possible, he wanted the serpentine devil to die out of humiliation!
The serpentine devil could tell of all that.
And it felt more and more angered!
In the end, it lost its rationality and decided to burn its essence blood to use one of its seven innate racial traits.
Demons like them were born with innate skills. They were different from the extraordinary power called Hell's paradise.
The innate skills were something they naturally gained each time they evolved.
It had evolved seven times, so it had seven innate racial traits, and each of them defied logic, allowing it to perform supernatural feats.
The thing was that to use even one of them; it needed to burn its essence blood.
Essence blood was a source of finite energy that demons congeal after digesting a lot of natural treasures and living beings, and they could only store a limited amount of it in their body.
For example, the serpentine devil could only store seventy units of essence blood in its body as it was a demon who had evolved seven times. And it was only able to produce 6-10 drops of essence blood every few years or so.
Even then, it needs to intake many resources!
It had already burned more than a dozen units of essence blood while fighting against Elliot.
Yet, it was going to burn even more.
Unknowingly, Elliot had made it suffer a great deal.
”Argh!”
The serpentine devil maddened roar indicated that it had enough of getting slapped. It was now its turn to turn the tide and possibly even fight back!
Elliot could feel that something was up, but before he could point it out, the serpentine devil made its move.
”Seventh innate racial trait: Blood escape.”