Closing the Door

At last, on the sixth day after the battle erupted, the first legendary archdevil fell—a devil baron.

His death seemed to pull back the curtain on their rout. Though he was the only one dead, the other archdevils were also covered in wounds.

One devil count had even had his horns broken off, and one of his eyes had been beaten blind.

He was in an atrocious state. Looking at the defensive positions within the fortress being overrun by demons one after another, at the flames of war burning everywhere—

The heavily wounded count let out an enraged roar. "Retreat!"

He was already terrified. With no reinforcements, their fighting here could not be called meaningless, but it meant very little.

"Break out separately!"

The archdevils roared as they fled at top speed, each terrified that being too slow would leave them trapped.

Devils might be creatures of order, but they were evil in the end. Though they did not often Backstab their comrades, when running for their lives, they would run as fast as they possibly could.

Huo Ling, however, made a different choice. He did not choose to break out. Instead, he swiftly took out a legendary scroll and activated it.

In an instant, Concealment enveloped Huo Ling, suppressing his presence to its lowest point.

Huo Ling had no intention of fleeing alone. With a casual spell, he concealed the auras of the three barons—Sali, Carl, and Slater—as well.

"My lord, aren't we escaping?" Sali asked uneasily.

In such an intense battle, as high-rank Sanctuary beings, they could not possibly escape without Huo Ling leading them.

Forget them—even among the archdevils who had fled ahead of time that day, it was hard to say how many could actually get away.

After taking one last look at the Abyssal Grand