One by one, the demigods announced their declarations. If not for the barrier of Heroes' Prison, their words would reverberate throughout the world, warning billions of beings.
"But I still feel that we don't have absolute confidence in victory... The King of Hell is the legend among legends, just hearing the name makes any world tremble." At this moment, a calm voice rang out, pouring like a bucket of cold water over the fervor of the crowd's war intent.
The speaker was a black warhorse, covered in black flames. Those black flames constantly extinguished and gathered, eternally evolving into various forms of souls, emitting sharp cries of billions of souls as if coming from another world, vague and indistinct.
This was the Soul Reaper, Nightmare, a powerful evil spirit that had escaped from the Underworld, having harvested the souls of three small worlds, its sins unforgivable.
