"Kehehe, Burning Demon, now that all of us are out, do you feel like you've lifted a rock only to smash your own foot? Feeling a little too late for regret?"
Dark Sky Demon cackled smugly. Twelve immortal-level fiends stood at its side, forming an incomparably formidable fighting force and an enormous source of support.
No matter how strange the Burning Demon before them might be, there was absolutely no way it could withstand them.
"Regret what? Trash soldiers and shrimp generals like you—however many come, that many die. Do you really think your strength lets you run wild in Flame Hell?"
Xia Ping was speechless. He did not take these immortal demons seriously at all.
Especially now that the first seal of the Samsara Pen had been undone and its power had greatly increased, he possessed the supreme might to slay gods if gods stood in his way, and slaughter demons if demons came for him. Mere immortal demons were nothing.
He was even looking forward to these immortal demons attacking, so he could test the edge of the newly awakened Samsara Pen.
Today was Burning Lord's coronation ceremony. There could be no better sacrifice than the blood of these immortal demons.
"Hmph, foolish Burning Demon. You won't shed tears until you see Yellow Springs. Your arrogance has reached the extreme."
"Thirteen immortal demons have appeared and descended together, yet not only do you refuse to surrender, you still dare to be so arrogant and spout such shameless nonsense. What bear's heart and leopard's gall did you swallow?"
"Stop wasting words on this Burning Demon. Kill him at once and seize this hell plane. That will earn us immense merit and countless treasures."
The thirteen immortal fiends snorted coldly, thoroughly displeased by Xia Ping's words and bursting with rage.