The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 683

Chapter 683: Betrayed

Everyone had gathered at the mountain, the battlefield. On one side stood the demons, and on the other, three dragons and a white wolf, as if ready to challenge the entire demon realm.

Arlan’s gaze immediately sought out Oriana, who was standing next to Tharzimon. The demon was holding her hand, and Arlan’s blue eyes narrowed at the sight, a fierce desire to rip the demon’s hand away surging through him.

"Don’t let his blatant provocation get to you," Drayce murmured, sensing Arlan’s agitation.

Arlan took a deep breath, keeping his composure.

Tharzimon, noticing Arlan’s reaction felt containt and, released Oriana’s hand with a light smirk. "Supernatural from the mortal world, I offer you a chance to save yourself. Return to your realm and never trespass here again," Tharzimon declared, his voice dripping with arrogance and authority, clearly looking down on Arlan and his companions.

Arlan’s response was swift and resolute. "Despicable demon from the demon realm, I give you an opportunity as well—hand over my mate and save your ass to continue to rule this realm." He was not sacred of this powerful demon in front of him.

Tharzimon’s smirk widened. "As you wish." He turned to Oriana. "I tried to offer him a way out, but he doesn’t value it. Don’t blame me for being merciless later."

Oriana’s eyes blazed with defiance as she glared at Tharzimon. "You can defeat him with all your might, but if you break your word and harm him..."

"It seems you are certain I will defeat him and fear I might kill him," the demon interrupted her, his smirk mocking.

"In this realm, you are the most powerful, and everything bends to your will," Oriana shot back. "But do not underestimate my husband. He is clever and capable of overcoming even your power."

"Then let us see what he can do," Tharzimon replied, turning to walk ahead, ready for the confrontation.

"Remember my warning," Oriana called out, her voice steady despite the tension. "He is my bottom line. If you hurt him, I will make sure you regret it one day."

Tharzimon chuckled, a dark amusement dancing in his eyes. "I look forward to it, my Demoness."

As Arlan and Tharzimon walked toward each other, the crowd around them stayed back, watching intently. The demons cheered loudly for their lord, their voices echoing in the air, while Arlan’s side remained silent, focused solely on their purpose.

Arlan glanced at Oriana, seeing the worry in her eyes, but also a deep trust. She believed in him, believed he would rescue her. She was his, and he wouldn’t let her down.

Stopping a few paces apart, Tharzimon sneered, "A Dragon? I’ve never seen one so weak. You are truly an embarrassment to the lineage of the Lord of Absolute Darkness."

"Soon, you will be an embarrassment to this realm," Arlan retorted, bracing himself for the fight.

With a swift motion, Tharzimon unleashed a spiral of darkness toward Arlan. In response, Arlan countered with his divine power.