"It has begun."
Watching the rolling clouds in the sky outside the window, the First Demon God Helair said in a deep voice.
He stood before the window, hands clasped behind him.
In the line of sight, there were sacred beams piercing the sky.
Those beams were far on the horizon, tearing through the firmament, casting a golden light upon the distant horizon.
Golden dots descended densely from the sky, diving into the dark world.
Those were countless Angels and Prayers.
The demons in the Plane World watched the distant light in the sky, restless and fearful.
Even from a long distance, they could sense that faint and grand sacred aura.
However, as he watched the army devoted to the Divine descending into the Hell Plane, the gaze of the First Demon God Helair gradually deepened.
The light was far from the core areas of the plane, merely at the edges of the seventh-layer plane.
In his perception, the edge of the plane had already erupted in a battle of epic scale.
