Chaos Once More

As one of his outstanding offspring, Ten-Thousand-Foot Face naturally deserved preferential treatment.

Thus, Ten-Thousand-Foot Face merely raised his hundred-faced wolf head slightly and stared at Demogorgon.

He believed that all Demons would give father and son some face. A mere Demon Prison Angel would be no exception...

Pfft!

A longsword carved a bright white arc through the blood-red night sky, and the insect demon general's head flew away.

Swish, swish, swish...

Before the Demigods could react, Demogorgon expertly carved the insect demon general into pieces and collected them.

The Blood Moon above the insect demon general's head flew over Demogorgon's head.

Then Demogorgon raised his bloodstained sword and pointed it at Ten-Thousand-Foot Face.

"Insect, apologize to our Demon Prison Angel race on behalf of your subordinate."

Most of the Demigods were dumbfounded. What was going on?

Some Demon Prison Angels who had originally been moving closer to Demogorgon silently backed away. Forget it. There was no point in provoking a lord's son.

Other Demon Prison Angels had their demon blood boiling, roaring inwardly that demon might was boundless as they quickened their steps.

A Lower Realm Demigod was pointing his sword at a lord's son. Their morale soared.

"You little bastard..." Ten-Thousand-Foot Face was so enraged by Demogorgon that he squeezed out an Orc curse through clenched teeth. Without another word, he twisted his massive thousand-legged wolf body and charged forward.

He was a Demon, and he was also a lord's son.

He understood perfectly well that even trying to reason with Demogorgon, or showing the slightest response, would lower his own status and make other Demons treat him like a soft persimmon to be bullied.

In Demon Prison, there was only ever battle first, words afterward.

Once Ten-Thousand-Foot Face made his move, his subordinates had no choice but to