"After slaughtering all the members of the Heavenly Feather Alien Clan, Prince Hamdanman sat on his throne with some annoyance, 'Are these guys idiots, or have they all gone completely mad? Don't they know that it's better to live a bad life than have a good death?'"
"Alive, there is hope, but dead, there's nothing left."
"Even if they desire revenge and wish to annihilate all the Purgatory True Demons, they must first survive."
As he said this, the Great Demon King shook his head as if lamenting his subordinates' inability to understand.
All of a sudden, the thousands of Purgatory True Demons, who were standing respectfully around the throne, revealed wry smiles on their faces.
Hey, great Prince Hamdanman, aren't you the beloved prince of the Belvetan Empire? Don't you think there was something off about what you just said?
Just then, a Mythical Breath appeared in the sky, followed by the rolling Dark Demon Cloud, quickly appearing overhead.