"Bastard! You dare kill soldiers of my Swamp Legion? Burning Demon, die!"
Hearing this, the commander, the Green Frog Demon, flew into a rage and attacked at once.
It looked like an enormous frog, eight meters tall, its entire body dark green. Countless hellish runes surfaced across its skin, writhing like earthworms and emanating a terrifying demonic aura.
Though it appeared to be nothing more than a harmless-looking frog, the fact that it could become the commander of the Swamp Legion and stand above countless demons spoke volumes of its terror.
Croak, croak, croak, croak!
The Green Frog Demon lay prone on the ground, its cheeks swelling as it devoured the demonic energy of heaven and earth around it like a whale swallowing the sea. It crazily poured that energy into its body, and its belly rapidly expanded.
"It's over. This Burning Demon is done for. He actually dared to anger the commander—he truly doesn't know how death is spelled."
"Who knows where this Burning Demon came from? He actually dared to charge into this place alone. He's simply courting death."
"Exactly. Even Rock City's strongest commander is no match for our commander. What could this puny Burning Demon possibly amount to?"
"One roar should be enough to reduce him to ashes."
"Forget him. We should hurry up and break the restriction formation here. This is the famed Mourning Staff, the weapon of hell's jailers. Once we obtain it, our Swamp City will surely become the strongest force in Flame Hell."
"That's right. I never imagined we would find a legendary hell weapon in a place like this. Heaven itself is helping us."
"Even the Underworld God is watching over us."
The many demon generals looked at the Burning Demon before them with pity. They felt that this brat truly