Bab 562: Farming Hell III

Cain flew between the hordes of pit fiends like a fly, swinging his two black swords in a single move. SLICE. Two pit fiends got sliced in half across the torso, their heavy bodies slammed to the hard ground cracking it. CRACK!

Thud! Cain landed on them like a dancing shadow, his body phasing out of reality as he was suspended in between the shadows and reality.

"Is the monster the Lord created? Dispater has lost to a human lately, does this mean he is getting changed?" the pit fiend growled watching Cain stands on the corpse mountain.

Cain looked down toward him, "Dispater? Yeah, where is that idiot?" He started walking down, multiple lightning balls forming behind his body, "I bet he is worth more than you ants."