"Overlord, we will reach the central area of the trial grounds tomorrow. Would you like to rest for a bit?" A young man named Ahan asked worriedly among the ranks of the Barbaric God Clan.
"It's fine, Ahan. Mere demonic energy attempting to seize my body is nothing more than wishful thinking." Overlord's voice was firm and powerful. He sat cross-legged, his bare upper body as solid as a mountain, with well-defined muscle lines like an ancient iron-cast sculpture.
Yet at that moment, black veins crawled all over his body like shadowy snakes in the dark of night, twisting and extending across his skin with a hint of eerie danger.
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