Napote and the others had long grown accustomed to this sight. Back then, they too had been shocked all the way here...
For the rest of the journey, Monk and the other Fiends remained exceptionally humble.
They had no choice. The strength Simon had displayed was simply too terrifying.
And when facing an Asura-level powerhouse, they could not afford to be anything but humble.
As for the Midgod aura around Simon?
Monk and the other Fiends all assumed it was one of Simon's little quirks.
In Hell, it was perfectly normal for the strong to have a few peculiar habits!
Furthermore, Simon had been mild-mannered and courteous throughout the journey, focused on cultivation. Subconsciously, they assumed he was the kind of peerless powerhouse who liked to keep a low profile. Perhaps he was taking on Fiend missions to experience life, or perhaps he had some other purpose.
"Perhaps disguising himself as a Midgod and playing among mortals is the pleasure of someone like him."
That was all Monk could think.
At the same time, he secretly rejoiced that this mission was most likely secure. Aside from the unlucky Lafi and Hank, everyone else felt immensely relieved once they had calmed down.
To encounter an Asura in the vastness of Hell and even carry out a Fiend mission alongside him—previously, they would not have dared to dream of such a thing.
They had been afraid that if their dreams were too wonderful, they would never be able to dream again...
The Tiger Metal Lifeform continued speeding onward, kicking up waves whenever it flew low over the sea.
Simon remained in secluded cultivation.
But heaven apparently had no intention of letting him remain so leisurely.
Just three days later, as the caravan passed through a strait—
The familiar sound of an explosion