Chapter 818 Death

• Juan stood at the apex of Near-Divine Level, a figure whose command within the notorious Ten Demon Gates rivaled the eight deacons of the Righteous Alliance.
• Indus, by contrast, was merely an ordinary elder; beneath Juan's suffocating aura, he could not even lift his arms. Blood rushed to his face until it burned crimson, and still he dangled helplessly.
• "I swear I didn't lie," Indus rasped, voice shredded by the pressure on his windpipe. "There is a Divine Level master behind Jaziel..."