As the Inferior Demon Leader was filled with astonishment, a terrifying Soul Storm suddenly erupted from the sky, accompanied by a piercing roar. Even the magma ceased its flow. Vaguely, one could see the silhouette above, shining with a dazzling light. It had an alluring visage, yet its face was etched with resentment, and it let out a cry that was enough to shatter eardrums toward the heavens.
Dragon's Might!
Every Inferior Demon felt a wave of fear and trembling from their souls, like mice encountering a cat, with not even a thought of resistance.
Everything around was oppressively terrifying, like the depths of Purgatory, the surroundings seemed even more profound, and at this moment, everything was drained of color by the figure above.
