After cultivating for a time, Huo Ling awakened from his meditative state.
His aura had become even more powerful and steady, signifying that his strength had increased considerably.
At Huo Ling's level, his true power had already reached Legendary Rank Twenty-Six. Every further advancement would be exceedingly difficult.
Even with the reward he had received for assuming the position of Lord of Avernus this time, Huo Ling had not managed to break through another rank.
Still, though he had failed to advance, he had taken several more steps forward along the path to power.
At the same time, Huo Ling's dragonman form, which had originally stood more than ten meters tall, had shrunk back down.
For the time being, Huo Ling reduced his body to around six meters, roughly the same size as an ordinary Pit Fiend.
The main reason his body had been so massive before was that Huo Ling had not fully mastered that power. Now that he had, wielding it naturally became far more effortless.
Huo Ling removed the crown from his head. Now that he had grasped the authority, the crown was merely a symbol.
Huo Ling did not particularly like such ostentatious things. Not only Huo Ling—Zariel and Bael were much the same.
As for Tiamat from even further back, that was too distant for Huo Ling to know.
Still, judging by Tiamat's five heads, even if she liked wearing crowns, it would have been difficult to divide one up.
Seated upon the throne, Huo Ling first examined the state of his Floating City and the nine Demon Armies.
During Huo Ling's cultivation, his Floating City and Balzefen, two Sun-rank undead, had covered the rear.
The army had swiftly retreated to the Bronze Citadel. The Demon Army had suffered considerable losses in this battle, but