Fifth Tier

Though devils were not residents of the Land of Gods, having been born in Hell within the Corridor, they too were watched by the will of the Land of Gods.

Accordingly, if they received instructions from the will of the Land of Gods, they would most likely have to obey them, lest they incur its hostility.

To use an imperfect analogy, these devils were like foreign refugees. Though they had taken root and multiplied in the Land of Gods, they were still bound by its local rules. Otherwise, the Land of Gods could expel them at any moment.

The two devils who had received the order attacked the massive obsidian boulder from both sides.

They wore vicious grins, and brutality flashed through their pitch-black eyes.

Clang!!

The saber-wielding devil brought his blade down in a single strike, splitting the man-sized obsidian boulder apart on the spot.

Sparks and stone fragments flew everywhere.

Yet a black-red sword stained with blood thrust straight out from the split in the stone—

Whoosh!

It streaked through the air in a sharp silver flash, piercing straight through the saber devil's chest.

"Ah!" it screamed.

Then, the sword light burst like a sea urchin, transforming into dozens, perhaps hundreds, of sharp "silver threads."

Sssshh!!

Sword light riddled the devil's upper body, spraying scorching black blood. When it splashed onto the ground, it ignited into flames and released a pungent sulfurous stench.

Gilan's face remained cold as he drew back his sword and retreated.

The next instant, a vicious black trident crashed down where he had just stood, burying itself deep in the ground.

Hiss!

"Damn it! Why is this human so strong?!" the devil whose trident had missed roared in shock and fury.

It turned to look at its companion, only to find it already lying