At this moment, John was unaware of the external developments.
He was currently in the tenth layer of the trial, vexed by a particular issue.
Damn it, why are there flying monsters in this trial?!
John was standing atop a towering peak, with less than a hundred square meters of space beneath his feet, surrounded by sheer cliffs.
Looking down, he could see only a vast sea of clouds, with no ground in sight.
Not far from John, in mid-air, a creature with blood-red bat wings, purplish skin, a humanoid figure but with sharp fangs, was relentlessly launching skills at him.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh!"...
It continuously flapped its wings, hurling clusters of blood-red flames and crimson wind blades at John as if they cost nothing.
John could only dodge incessantly.
Usually, he was the one using others as targets, but now the tables had turned, and he found himself in the role of the target.
