Chapitre 1083: Hell

Baator Hell.

If there was one word to describe this place, 'hell' would be the most suitable and appropriate because this place was indeed hellish. This was the battlefield between demons and devils, where the chaos of war broke out in every inch of the land. Peace in this place was as precious as oases in deserts. If one were just a fool who accidentally entered hell and stumbled onto the bloody field, then congratulations; one had already entered the worst and most unimaginable part of the nightmare.

"Actually, I kinda like bloodbaths. At least I get to kill to my heart's content…"

Mini Bubble Gum gazed at the maroon sky and landed below it. If it weren't for the black line separating the sky and land, perhaps one would think that this place was filled with postmodern art graffiti—something that was simply smeared by red paint.

"Yeah, to our hearts' content."