Facing the Goatman Devil's mockery, Satan, already trapped at the bottom of the deep pit, merely gave the Goatman Devil one final calm look before his eyes completely shattered.
All that remained where Mandala Apartments had stood was a massive pit.
Even after collapsing and being filled back in, it was still dozens of meters deep. Huge cracks radiated from the corners of those triangular pits, stretching nearly a kilometer in every direction.
"This guy actually won." Quirk gaped.
"Yeah, I thought he might lose just now. I didn't expect Satan to be so weak." Everyone kept their voices down as they spoke among themselves.
Although the Goatman had won, Budiman, Ron, and the others all felt their hearts sink rather than any great excitement.
After all, this guy was also a menace—temperamental and on the same level as Satan.
Who knew whether he would wipe them all out on a whim, or suddenly decide to rule all humanity? No, for a creature like him, such behavior was inevitable.
After all, that was practically the ultimate goal of every Lord of Hell.
"What do we do now?" Quirk looked toward Wu Heng and Budiman.
"We'll take it one step at a time. At least this guy isn't as chaotic as a demon. Let's see if there's another way. Be careful—it might come over here," Wu Heng said quietly.
Everyone hurriedly fell silent and looked in the Goatman Devil's direction.
It stood where it was and reached up to lift its goat-like chin. The moment it let go, its jaw flopped limply back down like a loose clapper, resembling a rotten slipper with its sole split open. Its entire mouth looked utterly miserable.
Gray mist drifted from the corners of its mouth, trying to heal it, but it was constantly blocked.