Hell was a lively place. No one could say exactly how vast it was, but the countless varieties of demons living here probably numbered in the hundreds of millions of trillions.
And unlike Angels, who could only be born from the Holy Spring, demons could reproduce on their own. As a result, demons could be found almost everywhere across this boundless land.
Every time Constantine came to Hell, he felt that the demons' living conditions were worrying. No matter where he landed, he always saw demons of every kind either migrating or fighting. It was truly a scene brimming with life and vigorous growth.
But this time, after Constantine landed, aside from the desolate landscape of Hell, he did not see a single demon. That was far too abnormal.
There were two possible explanations. Either an utterly devastating war had just taken place here and wiped out the demon legions' living forces, or a demon army had learned in advance that Constantine was coming and set a trap for him.
But neither possibility made sense. Though demons appeared incorporeal to humans, they bled and were injured in Hell, and their corpses remained after death. If a great battle had just ended here, the ground should have been carpeted with bodies. Yet there were no corpses, not even a trace of blood.
And if someone had set a trap for Constantine, how could he still be standing here perfectly fine?
Constantine understood his reputation in Hell very well. No matter which Constantine it was, he was famous throughout Hell. If demons truly intended to deal with him, they would never give him any chance to react.
After standing there for quite a while, Constantine saw no movement at all. He even began to suspect that he had come to the wrong