At that time.
Satan could not tell whether it was footsteps, the sound of a clock, or the sound of ventilation blowing... So he ran to the hall and glanced inside.
What he saw was a hunched old woman standing in the hall.
By sheer coincidence, the old woman's gaze swept toward the staircase at that very moment, and her eyes met Satan's.
The instant she saw Satan, the old woman looked utterly shocked and immediately demanded to know who he was.
Satan did not know who she was either. Cursing under his breath, he threw the very same question back at her.
The old woman was taken aback by Satan's attitude and tone, wearing an astonished expression that seemed to say, "You don't even know who I am?"
Satan performed as steadily as ever. "Who the hell you are is none of my business. Keep yelling, and I'll burn you to ashes with one mouthful of fire!"
The old woman was so angered by Satan that she laughed. Just as she was about to retort, her sharp eyes suddenly noticed that Satan's right arm was missing.
In an instant, she understood something. The arrogance in her eyes vanished, replaced by a mocking tone. "Every so often, some self-righteous newcomer barges in... But your luck is better than the last one's. That person lost his head. You only lost an arm."
Satan: "???"
Satan was completely baffled. What was this old hag talking about? His arm had not disappeared here.
Just as Satan began to wonder whether she had a fever, a chill suddenly ran down his spine.
He jerked his head up.
A bolt of lightning abruptly appeared above the hall. The next second, it crashed down toward Satan.
BOOM—
As the gray smoke dispersed, Satan lay on the