บท 846: The New God of Lower Abyss

The rebels stood in utter astonishment as the figure, their eyes still wide from the recent display of power, began to speak. His words cut through the air, condemning their rebellion and questioning their motives. His voice, dripping with a mix of derision and disbelief, echoed across the battlefield.

"Why would you do this?" the figure sneered, his voice laced with an undercurrent of malice. "Are you all completely insane? Do you not comprehend the futility of your actions?" His words hung in the air, heavy with a sense of disdain.

Fein, his gaze locked onto the figure, felt a surge of anger rise within him. The audacity of this being, this embodiment of darkness, to belittle the rebels' cause only fueled his determination. His clenched fists trembled with suppressed rage as he prepared to face this formidable adversary.