Crimson Sun Hell

When that aged, hoarse voice echoed throughout the blood-red world and reached everyone's ears, the people present finally calmed down.

Shien included, raising an eyebrow as he settled into spectator mode.

Shafna did not respond to that voice either, merely sweeping her gaze across the entire blood-red world.

Meanwhile, Liel, Hart, and Grey all darted in front of Shafna, standing protectively before her with wary expressions.

"Who is it?"

Liel was the first to demand coldly.

"An attacker?"

Hart murmured.

"The Old Demon Faction?"

Grey immediately guessed their origin.

It was not difficult to figure out.

After all, in the Demon Realm, no one would be foolish enough to attack a Demonoid.

Not to mention the territories governed by the Demonoid Sisters, whose inhabitants had all submitted to them. Before the Demonoids' naturally transcendent and terrifying power, it was simply impossible for them to stage coups and rebellions as the human race did from time to time.

Even if every inhabitant rebelled, a Demonoid could suppress them all alone.

Thus, there were no coups or rebellions in the Demon Realm.

The Demonoid Sisters also had a very good relationship with one another, with barely any grudges between them, so disputes between territories were even less likely.

Under such circumstances, the only ones who would dare lay hands on a Demonoid were the Old Demon Faction that had betrayed the demon race.

And indeed, that was the case.

At a certain moment, a foul, bloody wind began to swirl, taking tangible form before Shien and the others.

Three figures emerged from within that bloody wind.

The leader was an old man clad in sackcloth and holding a cane. He was bald, yet his white beard and eyebrows had been left long, giving him a weathered appearance.

Behind the old man stood