Just as Solam was preparing to withdraw with his men, Miska's slaughter of the devils was also drawing to a close!
This was undoubtedly a rare and resounding victory!
Miska had led his forces in wiping out the entire devil legion! Of course, Miska's own losses had been staggering as well. The troops he led had numbered roughly ten times those of the devil legion, yet they had suffered more than five times the devils' casualties!
But that did not matter! The devils did not care, and neither did the demons!
From the demons' perspective, a five-to-one casualty ratio was entirely acceptable, because they simply did not care about losses. In the eyes of many demons, even if every last one of their own side died, as long as the devils were wiped out too, the demons had still come out ahead.
It had to be said that demons were truly insane when it came to numbers.
Miska, however, was not particularly excited. He had seen plenty of grand scenes before. Back in the day, he would not even have spared a glance for those bumpkins next door in Baator. Now that he had wiped out a bunch of bumpkins, there was naturally nothing to be happy about. But at that moment, an inexplicable ripple suddenly appeared in the air. Then space trembled, and a pillar of blood-red light suddenly descended from the sky!
The Will of the Abyss!
Although none of the demons present had ever seen such a sight, they instinctively thought of those words. The Will of the Abyss had descended!
Miska was startled as well. Though he had once been a Demon Prince, his seniority was too shallow, and his understanding of the Will of the Abyss could not compare to top figures like Demogorgon, Queen