"Wait up," one of his companions said.

The muscular man with the shield rushed towards Damian, using the incredible strength of his legs to leap into the air, attempting to reach Damian who was soaring in the skies.

It seemed more like the man wanted to prove himself rather than follow a logical battle tactic against a powerful enemy.

Damian found it amusing! So what if he managed to block his Bone Spear? It's not like Damian had only that weapon in his arsenal.

Absorbing the blood of his victims not only enhanced Damian's attributes but also granted him access to various powerful blood magic spells!

"Blood Prison," Damian uttered, pressing a small knife made of black slime against his wrist.

The blood that flowed from his wrist was in small quantity, but as he channeled his mana and focused on his blood spell, it seemed like the blood turned into a sea, swirling around the man, trapping him mid-air.

"Brock!" one of the bandits shouted.

Brock tried to strike with his shield and axe, but nothing seemed to work. Even when the blood was cut, it quickly regenerated. An endless prison.

He made a critical error, placing excessive faith in his own abilities and underestimating the power of Damian's adversaries.

"Release him, NOW!" a determined young woman demanded, clutching two gleaming daggers as she fixed Damian with an intense glare.historical

Amused, Damian erupted into maniacal laughter. "Why should I save him? You're all scum, deserving of nothing but death!"

"Fool!"

The strongest of the bandits unleashed a barrage of attacks against Damian. The woman, adept at manipulating shadows, summoned a pair of dark wings that propelled her with incredible speed, ready to engage Damian head-on.

The other bandits displayed their own unique abilities, each one showcasing why they were considered the most formidable in the region. One had the power to instantly swap places with his opponents!

Though floating in the sky, Damian abruptly appeared amidst the bandits, prompting their immediate assault.

"Now, get him!"

Despite the unfavorable odds, Damian remained unflustered. He swiftly erected a slimy barrier to deflect the incoming arrows, relying on his extraordinary agility to evade the flurry of sword, axe, dagger, and spear strikes.

"Impossible! Isn't he just a mage?" one of the bandits exclaimed in disbelief.

Their assumption proved to be a grave mistake. They had presumed Damian to be a mage, lacking prowess in close-quarters combat and vulnerable in such a situation.

However, reality defied their expectations. Damian excelled in melee confrontations, especially since he had augmented his attributes by absorbing the essence of his victims' blood.

He effortlessly sidestepped their attacks, singling out the archer as his initial target. In a blur of movement, Damian sprinted toward him, delivering a devastating blow to his abdomen.

The bandits struggled to follow Damian's lightning-fast actions, while the force of the punch caused the archer to spew forth a crimson stream. The excruciating internal pain left him with a certainty that one of his organs had ruptured!

In a matter of seconds, Damian restrained one of the bandits while delivering a fatal blow to the other, leaving him motionless on the ground.

It was a chilling sight. These hardened criminals had witnessed many things in their lives of lawlessness, but they had never encountered someone so powerful and ruthless all at once.

Damian showed no mercy as he dispatched each one without a second thought. This kind of adversary was the deadliest.

"And where is all that bravado now?" Damian taunted, his laughter echoing through the air.

His mind had become unhinged, and his eyes turned blood red. The bandits had believed Damian to be the infamous demon haunting the region, though in truth it was Miller. Yet, considering Damian's current appearance and actions, he wasn't far from resembling one.

Drawing upon his Slime Ring, Damian conjured a two-handed sword made of slimy substance and uttered a forbidden incantation.

"Bloodforge!"

Blood was in abundant supply amidst the pile of corpses surrounding him. As the spell took hold, the blood of his victims levitated and converged onto Damian's newly forged sword, enveloping it and further amplifying its power.

With his Bloodforged sword gleaming ominously, Damian advanced towards the remaining bandits. Their faces paled, and a tremor of fear ran through their veins as they realized their impending doom.

The air crackled with tension as Damian lunged forward, his movements swift and precise. His attacks were a deadly dance, his sword carving through the air with lethal accuracy. The bandits fought desperately, swinging their weapons in a futile attempt to fend off their relentless adversary.

But Damian was unstoppable. Each swing of his sword unleashed a torrent of blood-infused power, cleaving through flesh and bone with ease. His crimson aura intensified, casting an eerie glow that sent shivers down the spines of those unfortunate enough to witness it.

One by one, the bandits fell, their bodies scattered like discarded dolls. Damian's laughter mingled with their dying screams, an unhinged symphony of madness and chaos. It was a gruesome spectacle, a testament to the depths of his darkness.

But just as Damian was about to claim his final victim, a voice echoed through the battlefield, commanding attention.

"Stop!"

The words reverberated with authority, causing Damian to freeze mid-attack. His bloodlust momentarily subsided as he turned to face the source of the interruption.

Standing at the edge of the carnage was a figure draped in a cloak of midnight black. Their presence exuded an aura of both power and restraint, a stark contrast to the frenzied chaos that had unfolded moments ago.

It was the enigmatic Shadowkeeper, a legendary guardian rumored to possess unimaginable abilities. Their piercing gaze pierced through Damian, assessing him with a mix of curiosity and concern.

"You've spilled enough blood today," the Shadowkeeper spoke, their voice a blend of calmness and authority. "Your path of darkness ends here."

A surge of conflicting emotions washed over Damian. Should he defy the Shadowkeeper's command and continue his relentless onslaught? Or would he heed their words and confront the darkness that consumed him?