Fokas's personal guards departed.
Only Fokas remained in the command tent, seated with his eyes closed in cultivation. To this devil general, everything else was false; only his own strength and the power held in his hands were real.
Demonic power surged throughout Fokas's body as he entered a state of cultivation.
But very soon, he sensed that something was slightly wrong, yet no matter what he did, he could not find the source of that wrongness.
This gave Fokas a start. He was no newly born devil, but an old creature who had lived for who knew how many years.
That feeling, coupled with the recent news and intelligence, sent panic rising in Fokas's heart.
He opened his eyes and moved to leave this massive command tent.
Just then, a teasing voice came from behind him. "General Fokas, your instincts are still quite sharp."
Fokas's heart tightened. Before he even turned around, he had already guessed who it was.
Avernus General: Huo Ling!
Fokas swiftly unleashed his power, intending to charge out of the tent. So long as he could leave it, or trigger a battle, he would still have a chance to live.
Where was this place? This was Fokas's central command tent, surrounded by the encampments of his Demon Army.
Even someone as powerful as Huo Ling could not possibly kill Fokas after alerting the entire Demon Army.
If given the chance, Fokas might even be able to surround and kill Huo Ling.
But all of that was merely Fokas's beautiful fantasy. Before he could rush out of the tent, he discovered that the tent's entrance seemed close at hand, yet was in truth separated from him by an immense distance.
"General Huo Ling! This is my Demon Army. Retreat now, and I can pretend nothing happened!"