Crashing into the ground clearly wasn't Rhazor's finest moment.
He never expected his opponent to be that fast and deadly. One moment, he wished to end the battle before it began; the next, he was sent crashing into the dirt.
That was humiliating, and he intended to wipe that humiliation by the time the battle ended.
However, as he turned and looked at Asmodeus laughing while his twelve Pseudo-Primordial undead cornered the 8th and 9th Omens, he couldn't help but feel pleased and speechless.
The shamelessness was just too much, but aside from that, the sheer horror of what Asmodeus had revealed had already sent a very deadly message to the Foreign Race and everyone else aiming to come after the Paragon.
Twelve Pseudo-Primordial warriors, each on the same level as the Nine Deadly Omens, clearly showed the kind of monstrous team the Paragon had assembled to follow him into the Ancient Battlefield.
