At that moment, as the balance was broken, the real battle began.
"Lord Benimaru truly deserved his reputation as the King of Wrath! That searing power, like raging flames, was truly heart-stopping!"
Diablo elegantly brushed at his collar, which had been thrown into disarray by the pressure, and sighed as he looked at Benimaru standing opposite him.
"Let's begin the main event. The prelude should be over."
Clearly, it was Benimaru, the Grand Marshal, who had broken the balance.
"Mm. Lord Benimaru is right. It is time to begin the true battle."
Ze'Chion, standing not far away, nodded and echoed his words.
"...We have indeed wasted too much time."
After a brief pause, Ze'Chion added another remark.
After all, even someone as composed as Ze'Chion could not escape the desire for this kind of battle. He was truly excited now, his blood boiling!
As the foremost of the Ten Great Labyrinth Masters, one of the Twelve Guardian Saints Kings, and the disciple of two Calamity-class beings of the Demon Country Federation—the Storm Dragon Velzard and the Rock Dragon King Azhdaha—
Ze'Chion's strength was simply far too exceptional.
Even among the Twelve Guardian Saints Kings, where powerful figures emerged one after another, Ze'Chion could be called one of the strongest!
In the entire Demon Country Federation, only a handful could surpass him in an absolute sense.
So, with two beings before him who could clash with him and were no weaker than him, how could Ze'Chion's composed heart possibly remain calm?!
Besides, how could Ze'Chion, known as the Emperor Bug, possibly be some harmless fellow?!
"Hehe~~, even Lord Ze'Chion is this impatient? How eager you are!"
"Since you are both so eager, it would seem especially impolite for Diablo to refuse."
"Then, as you two wish, let us begin a battle