Bael's heart now held not only anger, but fear as well.
He was worried about Huo Ling's strength, and he was also worried that Tiamat would come to Huo Ling's aid.
What Bael had once been confident of was that Huo Ling was weaker than him.
But now, for Huo Ling to dare launch such an aggressive attack, either he had received Tiamat's support, or his strength had greatly increased.
Yet neither possibility was good news for Bael.
Only then did Bael realize that, during all these years of sitting trapped in the central fortress of the Bronze Citadel, he had overlooked far too much.
Over the years, Bael had kept an eye on news from the outside world, but he had spent more of his time immersed in cultivation, immersed in the joy of devouring Zariel's power.
Originally, this had been the right course of action. To devils with long lives, a few hundred years were nothing at all.
He had never imagined that in merely a few hundred years, Huo Ling's strength would swell to such a degree.
It was as though he had cheated his way through!
Bael walked out of the central fortress. For the first time in hundreds of years, Bael, who had never left the central fortress, appeared above the Bronze Citadel.
His appearance drew the attention of many devils.
Bael, too, swept his gaze across the entire Bronze Citadel. Over these hundreds of years, Bael had not participated in the Blood War.
Many devils had long since forgotten Bael's strength, forgotten that the Bael of old had also been a dark general charging at the very forefront.
Within the Bronze Citadel, the discussions sparked among the devils by Huo Ling's declaration outside gradually subsided after Bael appeared.
Though the voices of discussion had