章 695: Azazel’s Secret      

Azazel dropped to the ground in a hurried prostration, his tone desperate. 

"Please! Give me food! I'm so hungry!"

Silence hung heavy in the air before the group erupted in unison.

"THAT's WHAT YOU WANT?!"

Azazel tilted his head to the side, displaying audacious indifference as he stared at Ren and the others as though they were utter idiots. "What else would I want?"

Ren sighed, feeling utterly drained. He couldn't fathom the sheer obnoxiousness and peculiarity of demons and devils. 

Was this truly the Nether Realm, rumored to be the dwelling place of sinister demons and cunning devils?

It dawned on him that Azazel was a demon, his two small horns perched on the sides of his head serving as a clear identifier. 

In the Nether Realm, demons and devils were distinguished by their horns, and the number of horns they possessed indicated their strength.