Demonic power was indeed formidable. When Deren looked at the Pit Lord, who lacked hands and whose upper body was a bloody mess, he could not help but gasp in amazement.
"How did he end up like this?" the man asked.
"One side was slashed by Elaseth, and the other side was blown up by Jaina," Jaina stated the truth. Deren couldn't help but shoot a guilty glance at the two women. Fortunately, he had never provoked them.
Yet why was Elaseth looking at him with such a strange gaze, as if he owed her a lot of money? Deren felt a secret jolt of alarm.
"Alright, hurry up and wake him, then we'll get some answers." Deren immediately deployed his subject-changing tactic.
Elaseth stepped forward with her blade and sliced away another layer of flesh, giving the Pit Lord a jolt that woke him up in agony.
He looked around in terror at the females before him, thinking to himself that they were all ruthless, blinking not an eye as they slaughtered demons. A wise demon did not fight when the odds were against him, so he immediately pleaded for mercy, "Ladies, whatever you need to ask, I will answer."
Deren stepped forward and asked, "Name?"
The Pit Lord was momentarily stunned. This man looked so weak; how did it fall to him to do the questioning? Could he be the boss of this group of women?
"Name?" Deren impatiently pursued the question, warning him, "I like the look of your unyielding integrity, and I hope you can keep it up. That way I can test out some demon anatomy."
Hearing this, the demon immediately replied, "I am Varimathras, a Pit Lord of the Burning Legion." A wise demon truly knew when not to court disaster. Besides, as long