Bronze Citadel.
In the grand hall of the central fortress.
This place had already been utterly torn apart by the fierce battle between both sides. The intensity of the fighting sent shudders through many of the Bronze Citadel's war zone commanders.
The brutal battle lasted for more than ten days. One devil marquis after another died beneath the undead's siege.
In the end, Bael was left all alone. Yet even so, he showed no intention of giving up the fight.
Huo Ling and Bael's battle had truly ignited. Bael's strength was far inferior to Huo Ling's, but even if a Sun-tier being was outmatched, they could still hold on for a long time.
But even eternal things would one day be worn away.
Much less a Sun-tier archdevil?
Throughout the long battle, Bael ultimately headed toward defeat.
After gathering his strength for a savage blow, Huo Ling's halberd once more brutally pierced through Bael's body.
Bael's heavy armor had long since been completely destroyed in the fierce battle, and even his natural armor had been utterly torn apart.
There did not seem to be a single intact patch left on his entire body.
As Huo Ling's halberd pierced through his chest once more, its violent power and magic also destroyed Bael's life force in passing.
At that moment, the powerful Pit Fiend was held high upon Huo Ling's halberd.
His head tilted back, his lifeless eyes staring at Avernus's nearly unchanging sky.
This was the world where Bael had been born. This was Avernus.
At that moment, Bael thought of many things—of a time long, long ago, so distant he could barely remember it.
A soul husk had been washed ashore by the Styx onto Avernus's dark-red land, and thus a Lemure had been born in Avernus.
He thought of