Oppression

"Hungry..."

"Hungry!"

Beelzebub murmured, rubbing his rapidly shrinking belly.

There was very little soul in Demon flesh!

Yin Ming had used the Scavenger Gourd to extract not only the Demons' souls, but also the Soul Crystals within their remains.

For a Demon that fed on souls, eating only the flesh was like being served curry rice without the curry or the rice.

Boom!!

The world became a dark, foul, slimy hellscape. Everywhere the eye could see lay a scene of apocalypse.

The entire subplane shook violently as its substance turned to flesh.

Beyond the Bishipu Subplane, its outer layers broke into meteorites and vanished into the Dimensional Mist.

The subplane became the head of a Bigmouth Demon tens of thousands of kilometers across.

"Crack, crack..."

Beelzebub had eyes, ears, and a nose, but they took up a pitifully small part of his face.

His mouth hung open, occupying nearly the entire front of his head.

His teeth were sharp as bone swords, and his enormous tongue resembled a long worm.

He looked hideous, though not ferocious—like a primitive hunter with an absurdly large mouth full of fangs.

"Gulp! That's ridiculously huge!"

Yin Ming swallowed.

The sheer size of him exerted a crushing pressure.

Every surviving Demon stood on Beelzebub's tongue, whether they were tens or hundreds of meters tall.

Beside that head tens of thousands of kilometers across, they were smaller than fleas, all but invisible.

"Whoosh..."

Beelzebub's breath became a howling gale. Beneath his tongue, a glistening sea of viscous saliva formed, and the tremors raised a wave hundreds of meters high.

A putrid stench struck their noses as the wave swept toward them.

"First Ring: Golden Light Spell!"

Yin Ming channeled his magic, and solid white flames sprang up around him.

The wave rolled over him without leaving