However, before either side could clash, a beam of light shot into the sky from within the imperial city.
Boom!
The black creature that had been burrowing outward suddenly let out a miserable shriek!
The deep black viscous substance coating its surface began to dry up and crack apart!
It was as though an egg had been viciously smashed against a stone—utterly fragile and incapable of withstanding a single blow!
Bangardi, who had been moving toward the south gate, suddenly stopped.
His somewhat stiff body slowly turned as he looked toward the sky above the imperial city.
Bangardi's expression changed drastically, shifting from fury to pallor, before fear seeped into his eyes.
"The Nightmare that Terror Prison spent tens of thousands of years cultivating was driven back by a single strike?!"
It was not that his resolve was weak.
After all, when a worker botched the task assigned from above, their mood was bound to be terrible.
Even ordinary people would feel that way, much less Bangardi, who was working with his life on the line.
The contract from some time ago had already stripped him of all privileges within Terror Prison.
This battle was now one of his few chances to turn things around.
If he succeeded, he could regain his privileges and perhaps even rise further.
If he failed... he would rather die than return to Terror Prison.
Terror Prison's advantage was that even those at the bottom could easily obtain power that others could only dream of.
Likewise, its drawback was just as great as its advantage.
Everyone who joined had to sell their soul to the Evil God in exchange for immense power.
Bangardi was a Betrayal.
Using himself as the coordinate, he had proactively guided the Evil God into descending.
Although Bangardi had ultimately still