Just as it felt it was about to reach the other side, it suddenly sensed that something had entered the passageway. Its pitch-black eyes widened as it looked ahead in surprise, only to see a slightly mutilated little girl spiraling toward it.
The little girl's body emitted a rich, fragrant aura—the purest power of Hell.
To a devil, such power was practically a full imperial feast, and it was entirely concentrated essence. Perhaps it would be more fitting to compare it to hundred-year-old ginseng.
For the goat-man devil, whose body had been depleted to the extreme, this was practically a pie falling straight into its mouth.
Without hesitation, it opened its jaws. Its mouth stretched wider and wider, extending a full meter and a half, before it swallowed the little girl with a loud smack—the little girl whose soul had dissipated, leaving only her body and the Son of Satan's soul within it.
It began to chew with a series of crunches.
"Hm? What is this? Why is it so hard?" As the goat head savored its meal, it sensed an extraordinarily tough strip-like object connected to the edge of its mouth—far tougher than the fascia around a knee joint.
Even with the crushing force of its jaws, it could not bite through it.
A stream of black smoke shot from its nostrils, revealing the invisible object before it. Looking ahead, it discovered that this power had once been on the same level as itself.
However, because they were separated by a portal, the strength of that connection had been weakened considerably.
It immediately clamped down harder, like a hyena gripping a chunk of flesh. It swung its jaws back and forth, tearing and biting, shaking its head rapidly as it violently yanked at the power connection before it.
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