Time Has a Price

Time Has a Price. The demons gathered around one by one, with no intention of attacking Mel immediately. In their eyes, this human seemed to be their only hope of escaping Hell.

Even though the demons had obtained flesh and blood, they still had to follow the proper process to leave Hell: beguile humans and use their hands to return to the human world.

Mel found this process very strange. These demons neither feared nor attacked him, and after acquiring flesh and blood, they seemed to have become completely independent lifeforms.

If he wanted to leave Hell, he should have been able to use the teleportation tower he had built before. The problem was that the Blood-Soaked Demon God should have been at that tower now.

"If those gods wanted to trap these guys in Hell, why did they leave an opening for them to beguile humans?" Mel could not make sense of it for the moment. Logically speaking, these demons were all dead members of the Divine Race.

Was there really no way to completely destroy the Divine Race? After death, they became spiritual entities, and exceptionally powerful ones at that. Once they came into contact with flesh and blood, they could reshape their bodies again. It was hard to imagine that such bug-like creatures could all be killed and sealed in Hell.

"Get out of my way!"

Mel carefully sensed the magic signal towers within Hell, but he could not feel even the slightest fluctuation. Either Hell was too far from the Kandewen Continent, or Hell was an entirely separate space.

Even in the Land of Curses, he had still been able to sense the signal towers' faint fluctuations. Though they had not been very precise, he could still feel them even after those fluctuations crossed the sea.