In the thick fog above the altar, a gigantic figure stood tall.
When the figure slowly withdrew its fist, the Little Devil's flattened body twisted incessantly before gradually returning to its original form.
"Master..."
The Little Devil knelt on the altar and called out in trepidation.
Another pool of blood appeared beside the Little Devil. As it rapidly coagulated, it once again transformed into another Little Devil.
After the two Little Devils had been captured by the saints, Tang Lun had refined them to death. Thus, the two of them had been reborn directly at the lowest level of the Abyss Demon Region, saving them the trouble of traveling back.
Of course, they had not wanted to return ahead of time.
The mission had failed utterly. Whoever returned first would be the one to bear the master's wrath.
"Master, you can't blame us. That fellow 'Wrath' arrived too late. The Soul-Devouring Worms had already begun to dissipate. By the time those saints charged out of the area covered by the Soul-Devouring Worms, we simply weren't their match..."
"Boom!"
After another Little Devil had explained for quite some time, what greeted it was still a gigantic fist.
This time, both Little Devils were smashed into meat pies.
However, such punishment could not be considered punishment at all to the Little Devils.
They had no sense of pain and no concept of physical agony.
What the two Little Devils feared was that their master would inflict some other punishment. When it came to the devils, their methods of torture were unimaginably varied; they had elevated certain special forms of cruelty to the level of art!
In fact, setting aside their ugly appearances, the devils truly possessed extraordinarily gifted artistic talents.
"Forget it. It was merely a test. They are among the top