A fierce battle erupted in the sky.
Hachiwote became the unlucky target of a siege, battered by savage attacks.
The three sixth-rank demon lords watched from the sidelines.
The devils fought with brutal ferocity. From time to time, devil viscounts were wounded and fell from the sky.
But as time passed, more and more injuries gradually appeared on Hachiwote's body.
These wounds inflicted by laws could not be healed simply by relying on magic power.
As the battle entered its later stages, Hachiwote's strength began to weaken bit by bit.
At that moment, the other three demons finally seemed unable to hold back any longer, charging at Hachiwote together.
Seeing this, Hachiwote let out a rumbling, wild laugh. "Good, good!"
"Come on, beat me to death. Let me see which one of you will become the final victor!"
The fierce battle continued, and the sky had already become a chaotic mess.
Bitter clashes were everywhere, and the aftershocks of battle swept through every corner.
By now, the devil marquises, counts, and viscounts had all suffered serious injuries at Hachiwote's hands.
After fighting battle after battle, Hachiwote himself was likewise grievously wounded.
As for the other three sixth-rank demons, they were no better off.
Having been cursed by Hachiwote and injured while intercepting him, they had all sustained at least moderate wounds.
Under such circumstances, the three-way melee was a tremendous drain on every powerhouse.
Gradually, Hachiwote felt his injuries worsening and worsening, while the power of laws he could wield dwindled further and further.
At this moment, both the devils and the demons fixed greedy gazes upon him.
A devil count shouted excitedly, "Kill him! Kill him! My strength will rise as well!"
"Purgatory's favor will descend upon us!"
One of the sixth-rank demon lords roared, "Hachiwote, you are mine!