Though demons were chaotic creatures, they still possessed biological instincts, such as fear. Only fear could make them rein in their chaos, if only slightly.
Just like now—Solam's coldness had filled the demons below with terror.
In the Abyss, there was no shortage of demons who would destroy heaven and earth in a fit of rage. In fact, most Abyssal demons had the temperaments of madmen, incredibly volatile. Demons like Solam, who took the cold and ruthless route, were truly rare.
But rare as they were, these were precisely the demons most feared by other demons.
Among demons, such figures were all lunatics...
Not to be provoked. Absolutely not to be provoked.
"Angron! Tell me, what is going on?!" Solam ignored the Hezrou's wails and instead looked at Angron.
Faced with the question, Angron had no idea how to answer. It was not that he did not know. Hezrous were mostly dim-witted; if one wanted them to submit, overwhelming strength was the only way. Any other method was useless against those idiots.
So the Hezrou's reason for attacking Solam was simple: it merely wanted to test Solam's strength, since Solam was going to be its boss. Of course, if Solam had lost to it, then Solam would have been finished.
But this was perfectly normal!
In the Abyss, aside from the major powers, what ordinary demon lord was not challenged by their own subordinates every other day? It was simply part of a lord's life.
Yet judging by the way Angron looked at his master, his master had apparently forgotten that...
Naturally, Angron did not dare remind his master of that, because... even he had begun to find his master unfamiliar. If Kardum had encountered something like this before, he would have flown into a towering rage, burned the unlucky