บท 281: Doesn't Matter

Millions of demons emerged from dimensional rifts in all directions, quickly filling the air with a sinister power. Their red eyes glowed, expressing a malicious smile as they advanced with calculated steps to surround all possible escape routes.

As the demons proceeded, the fissures continued to extend upward, echoing a distressing sound of spatial distortion, like an ominous forewarning.

After the exit of all demons, a slight surprise hung among them. They detected no trace of fear or desperation. The hundreds of Cerberuses stepped back slightly, while the hybrids seemed to be piled on top of each other, evoking a sense of absurdity for everyone present.

Then, three demons stepped forward, and one of them, with a giant red body, roared with a penetrating gaze. "Traitors! How dare you turn against the supreme emperor!"