The Lord of Envy cast a seal, forbidding outsiders from interfering in the battle.
Simultaneously, he also blocked Uriel and Hexuno's path of retreat. The Hell Gate loomed close; today, he would exhaust everything to drag Hexuno into Hell and deliver him to the six Demon Kings to clear the air.
At this moment, the Lord of Envy wanted only three things: fairness, fairness, and damn fairness!
The dark greatsword exuded a demonic aura that pierced the skies; black mist enveloped the battlefield, infinite black chains unfurling at the edges.
A colossal figure stood in the depths of the darkness, gripping the greatsword, swinging endless chains, emanating terrifying demonic might that seemed to devour the vast expanse of land, its aura as boundless as an infinite ocean, tearing through space, shredding fragments of chaotic black currents.
"A bit troublesome—he's practically at the brink of opening the Hell Gate."
