The disciples of the Demon Lord are admittedly a bit cowardly.
However, they can sure talk pretty.
Especially now that they have a leader.
After the first disciple spoke those sweet words, the others chimed in: "That's right! For our master, we'd die a hundred times over, but our weak strength makes it hard to accomplish anything!"
"If only we were stronger, we could truly assist our master."
"Master, we'll definitely cultivate diligently and strive to be of help to you."
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The pretty talk of the Demon Lord's disciples goes on and on.
Yet, not a single problem is actually being solved!
The Demon Lord is still a man of honesty!
Listening to his disciples' pretty words, he surprisingly feels they make much sense.
Their strength is indeed too weak; if they were to be sent to the Underworld, they'd probably be wiped out by the Yin Spirit before even stepping foot into the place.
Let alone stirring up trouble in the Underworld.
