Traces

Unlike the scattered members of the various worlds, the Newly Advanced Demigod Realm Demons of Demon Prison mostly formed teams and efficiently hunted other Demons.

Thus, in just a few days, those lone Newly Advanced Demigod Realm Demons either died or surrendered their Blood Moons and withdrew.

In the end, the Demigods of Demon Prison formed more than a hundred small groups, ranging from five or six members to twenty.

Among the noblest descendants of the lords, they had basically given up fighting one another.

Below the lord descendants were the Demon Prison Angels. They did not dare fight the lord descendants, but they hunted the ordinary Newly Advanced Demigod Realm teams beneath them in groups.

The leader of the Flesh Angels, Fallen Fist, floated in the starry sky. His entire body was made of heaps of flesh, like a skinned human, only far larger.

His body was covered in densely packed fist-sized tumors, clinging to him like armor.

On his back spread the signature flesh wings of the Flesh Angels, seemingly pieced together from rotten meat. Exposed blood vessels ran over them, and the naked eye could see the powerful Demigod blood flowing within.

Above his head floated a black halo. Black feathers bloomed atop it, mysterious and powerful.

Above the angel halo floated 109 Blood Moons.

Before him stood seven entire Newly Advanced Demigods.

Four Flesh Angels and three other Demons.

Every one of them was notorious throughout Demon Prison, yet now they willingly stood before him, awaiting his command.

Fallen Fist smiled faintly. His mangled face was savage and terrifying, and the gaps between his blood vessels and muscles seemed like gaping mouths.

"That little prince who was usually so proud has stopped."

"You have already given the order, Your Highness. No team will take him in."