In the distance, countless demons and fiends witnessed this scene. Especially upon seeing the nine Immortal-level Lords fall, every one of them was scared half to death, trembling uncontrollably and thrown into a panic.
"My heavens, this Burning Demon is too terrifying."
"How could this happen? The Rock Lord, the Swamp Lord, and the Sea Shark Lord—they're all dead, slain on the spot by this Burning Demon. Its strength is outrageously monstrous."
"This is something Flame Hell has never seen since time immemorial. Now that all nine Immortal-level Lords are dead, what are we supposed to do?"
The countless demons and fiends looked at one another in dismay. They had never imagined such a thing could happen—nine Immortal Lords being slain at once was simply a fantasy beyond belief.
Yet this absurd event had truly unfolded right before their eyes, happening under their very gaze. There was no way to fake it.
To be honest, they had all been subordinates under the nine Immortal Lords, ruled by those Immortal Lords. It was precisely because of the Immortal Lords' suppression that all demons and fiends had willingly obeyed their commands.
If the Immortal Lords died, it would be like a flock of dragons without a leader. Flames of war would rise everywhere across Flame Hell, warlords would stand side by side, and unprecedented chaos would erupt.
Just when they had no idea what to do, a terrifying aura suddenly burst forth from Xia Ping, sweeping across the nine heavens and ten lands, shaking the eight desolations.
Especially when they sensed the pure Hell Golden Crow Bloodline aura deep within Xia Ping's body, it was simply the power of the Underworld God—the oldest, most primordial, and most powerful force in Hell.
To demons and fiends like them, who possessed only inferior Hell