The Vulture God's divine soul struggled and wailed in the depths of Hell, writhing and convulsing without cease. Hell cackled with a "Heh heh," crazed with excitement as it frantically extracted his power and origin. Across the ground Hell had damaged during the Primordial Divine War, thousands of cracks, large and small, began to close. The rolling aura of death and evil within Hell grew ever denser and more lively.
A collapsed Hell Mountain howled as it rose upright once more. At its summit, an enormous crater spewed scorching lava and thick black smoke like ink. Amid piercing cries, a demon slowly crawled out. It had no skin, its entire body covered in exposed red and green muscles, from which viscous blood and lava constantly dripped. A pair of goat horns grew from its head, its feet ended in cloven hooves, and it held a long black iron chain in its hands.
The demon, possessing the strength of an upper-tier main god, laboriously crawled out of the lava. Like a newborn child, it slowly crawled three to five hundred meters across the ground before beginning to try to stand. Under Lin Qi's watchful eye, it soon threw back its head with a wild howl, rose to its feet, and madly lashed the surrounding ground with its iron chain.
A fierce aura of chaos, murk, and murderous intent soared into the sky. This newborn demon vaguely conveyed a thought to Lin Qi—battle, slaughter. It wished Lin Qi to let it leave Hell and throw it onto a battlefield, to nourish its body with the blood of enemies and delight its soul with the wails of their souls.
A black, ghostly gleam shot from Lin Qi's palm, drawing the Vulture God's corpse and the shattered remains of his spear into Hell. Hell