"Steer the ship over there."
At this moment, the medieval demon Elvis wore a savage expression. "Let those demons born in lowly hell planes witness the terror of us higher demons. A hell plane like this is not something those country-bumpkin demons can lay their hands on. Whoever dares resist, kill them at once—leave not a single piece of armor behind."
A terrifying killing intent radiated from him, and he was incomparably confident.
He was a medieval demon, a terrifying being who had comprehended the law of time. Demons like him were not something a lowly hell plane could possibly nurture.
Thus, his strength held an absolute advantage in such a lowly hell plane. If he called himself invincible, no demon would dare deny it to his face.
"Yes, Captain!"
The many demons roared excitedly. They had done this sort of thing seven or eight times already. With Captain Elvis's power, they had been invincible throughout lowly hell planes.
Of course, Elvis was nothing much in a medium hell plane, merely a comparatively powerful demon.
But they would not provoke demons from medium hell planes either. When squeezing a persimmon, one always picked the softest one. Clearly, this lowly hell plane was exactly such a soft persimmon.
Whoosh!
The moment the words fell, the spacecraft flew toward Burning Hell, rapidly drawing near.
At this moment, Xia Ping was within Fengdu City of Burning Hell. At last, he had devoured every last bit of the hell's origin energy and claimed it for himself, completely transforming it into his own power.
In particular, a full thirty-six billion Hell Golden Crow Cells had awakened within his body, raising his strength to a terrifying level. Every movement he made contained the might of Gods and Devils.
It seemed that every drop of blood