"General..."
"How could this be..."
As they watched Shudenan, only half of his body remaining in the high sky, cry out in pain, the Crimson Realm Denizens of Bal Masqué on the ground of the Starry Sky Palace all went blank with shock.
Countless gazes rested on the heavily wounded Shudenan, as well as the utterly bedraggled Black Catty and Belphegor whom he shielded behind him. Their eyes faintly revealed disbelief.
Those were the Three Pillars.
The three most ancient Crimson Kings, who had descended upon this world alongside the Creation God thousands of years ago.
As the Creation God's Retainers, and Demon Lords personally created by the Creation God, their prestige remained immense to this day. Aside from the three Gods of the Crimson World, almost no one dared claim they could surpass them.
And now, the General of the Three Pillars, renowned for his overwhelming combat strength, had been reduced to this state?
"So strong..."
Someone in the Flame Haze Warrior army murmured those words, voicing everyone's thoughts.
How could anyone not be stirred by having such a powerful companion?
If Shudenan had not stepped forward and blocked that strike, the Three Pillars would likely all have ended up like that.
The power of a single slash was actually this terrifying.
"General..."
"You..."
Black Catty and Belphegor spoke as though even their voices were trembling.
"Heh..."
Shudenan hovered before the two of them. The severed wound at his waist was incredibly smooth, continuously spewing murky purple flame dust. Blood-like streaks ran from the corners of his mouth as he gave a miserable smile, but his hands still gripped the steel spear tightly. His eyes beneath his sunglasses stared fixedly ahead as he rasped to his two companions behind him.
"Don't say anything mushy. This was necessary."
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