Like lightning descending.
A tremendous roar.
The spear formed of thunder immediately pierced through the demon flying below, pinning it directly beneath the city wall.
Then the lightning expanded.
A vast area of thunder spread around.
The large group of weak demons climbing the city wall below, along with the pierced demon, turned to ashes amidst the thunder.
One pink orb after another enveloped something and disappeared from the scene.
Alka directly dragged them into the world of dreams.
At this moment within the dream world.
The enormous Tower of the Furnace was rapidly operating, as Alka rampaged outside.
Countless demon souls were being continuously fed into the furnace.
"Alka? It seems that arrogant fellow has died, truly amusing."
The Devouring Mouth appeared in front of Alka at some unknown moment.
The instant he appeared, he felt his body immobilized.
Everything around seemed to be disappearing, moving away from him.
