At this moment, deep within the void of the Hell World, a great black ship sailed swiftly onward. Its hull was engraved with densely packed hell runes, radiating mighty hellish power.
The entire great black ship resembled a warship, armed to the teeth. At its prow was an enormous golden skull, exuding an eerie, sinister, and powerful aura.
It traveled through the void at tremendous speed and possessed formidable concealment abilities as well. It could restrain its aura, preventing the Void Monsters lurking in the depths of the void from discovering it.
This spacecraft was the famed Shadow, of Carlos Hell, and also the mount of the ancient demon Aldrich. At present, the ship carried a great number of powerful demons.
If anyone were to appear here, they would surely sense at least a hundred Middle Ancient Realm demons aboard, several thousand Near Ancient demons, and a hundred thousand immortal demons.
Such fighting power was enough to destroy any low-grade hell plane.
Even among medium-grade hell planes, it counted as an exceedingly powerful military force—let alone the fact that the ancient demon Aldrich himself was stationed aboard.
This ship would likely ignite war and make countless demons wary should it travel to any medium-grade hell plane.
At this moment, inside the cabin, quite a few Middle Ancient demons had gathered together, seemingly holding a banquet.
"Lord Aldrich."
A Middle Ancient demon asked curiously, "Why have we mobilized so many troops to head for that low-grade hell plane? Even Lord Aldrich is acting personally. Aren't we giving that low-grade hell plane's demon lord far too much credit?"
Quite a few demons nodded as well. In truth, they did not understand why Aldrich was making such a grand affair of it, becoming so enraged over the death of the Shadow Demon Ansel.