"I never expected that Burning Demon had done such things."
The other Immortal Lords looked at Rock Lord with pity. To have recruited such a subordinate was like suffering eight lifetimes of bloody misfortune—he had gained no benefit at all, yet ended up covered in filth.
But on closer thought, any demon capable of ascending to the Immortal realm and possessed of even a little ambition would never willingly submit beneath another Immortal Lord. Rebellion was inevitable.
There was nothing unusual about that in the Hell World.
"Everyone."
A cold glint flashed through Rock Lord's eyes. "Burning Demon is a traitor—faithless, unrighteous, and guilty of every evil. The sort who eats from your bowl, then curses you after setting it down. For such a demon to encounter such a tribulation—if he succeeds in ascending, who knows what will happen.
"And with his temperament, he recognizes no one but himself. Once he grows powerful, none of us will have peaceful days. We might even die by Burning Demon's hand and have our origins devoured by him."
The other Immortal Lords could not help nodding. This was precisely what worried them now. Even if Burning Demon had never done such things, they would not stop worrying. This was called preparing for a rainy day before the storm arrived.
"I won't say any more. Let us strike together, break open a passage, force aside the Nine Nether Hellfire Lightning, and directly attack his true body. I will make him fall short at the final step and die without a burial ground."
Rock Lord radiated killing intent.
"Good!"
The other eight Immortal-level Lords nodded. They exchanged glances, united in hatred against a common enemy, and immediately made their decision. Flame Hell was too small to accommodate the birth of a tenth Immortal Lord.
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