These Demigod Mages, who have lived from thousands of years ago to now and emerged from the Void Realm like rubies shining brightly in the long river of history, have actually fallen on a battlefield known to no one.
One after another, advancing bravely, turning into fierce flames.
Ash held no fondness for the Hell Demigods. In fact, if he hadn't devoured the World Snake, the Hell Demigods would have been the greatest threat to him. Even if they weren't as terrible as Vishi, they weren't much better either...only demons could survive in Hell, and all who survive there are demons.
He had long expected the casualties among the Demigods. In fact, at least dozens of Demigods had already died in the First and Double Hell.
But knowing and witnessing are two different things... Seeing them maintain the pride of a Demigod in the face of great terror, holding onto the dignity of a Mage when facing thousands of enemies, Ash couldn't help but feel a little touched.
