Ten Thousand Feet

At the agreed-upon arena site in the Lower Realm Demons' Ten Emperors Battlefield, it had become a peaceful gathering place for demons.

Demons came and went, but some remained here all along.

There were rational beings among demons as well.

For example, the Profane Grimoire, whose head was a book of flesh and blood; the Four-Faced Duke, who commanded great armies; the Evil Saint of Despair Sanctuary; and others.

After fighting on all sides and paying the lives of several hundred Lower Realm Demigods, they finally called a temporary halt.

More and more teams returned to the arena site.

The demons who had remained here welcomed them warmly.

A team led by a Holy Sword Angel arrived.

Aside from the Holy Sword Angel, the other demonic beasts in the team were all low-grade demonic beasts who had stumbled into the Demigod Realm by chance. Though they seemed divine and saintly before ordinary demons, before Demon Prison Angels or the sons of lords, they would forever be a tier lower.

That Holy Sword Angel was wrapped from head to toe in bright silver armor. Behind him spread wings formed from densely packed longswords, while two Demigod Artifact longswords hung at his waist.

Some Lower Realm Demigods looked at the Holy Sword Angel in confusion.

His aura was closer to that of a Newly Advanced Demigod Realm expert, rather than a Lower Realm Demigod.

Yet he felt extremely powerful. Calling him a Lower Realm Demigod would not be an exaggeration.

Most importantly, more than two hundred Blood Moons hung above the Holy Sword Angel's head.

That was the highest count among all Lower Realm Demigods present.

One Demigod after another went over to make his acquaintance.

Only then did the demons learn that his name was Demogorgon. In the demon tongue, it