The Final Battle of Gangsas (Fourteen)

Pfft!

A glob of spit shot more than twenty meters in an instant, straight toward the bridge of Balor General Aster's nose.

But half a meter from Aster, it struck the black flames swirling around him and exploded into flecks of platinum-white spray.

A drop or two splashed onto Aster's face, then evaporated without a trace.

Aster froze for a moment, then flew into a rage!

He might not have been the mightiest being in the Abyss Plane, but he ruled over his own domain. With a wave of his hand, he could make hundreds of millions of Demonfolk bow to his command. When had he ever suffered such humiliation?

"I'll rip out your soul and roast it in the fires of hell for a hundred thousand years!"

The high-ranking Flame Demon let out a thunderous roar. His boiling fury seemed ready to burn through the spatial passage itself!

Zuo Yi sneered. "I don't want your soul. I just want the materials from your body."

The Demonfolk were one of the most numerous races in the Grand Multiverse, and none were more aggressive. Over countless ages, no one knew how many worlds the Abyss had invaded.

Some powerful worlds could withstand the Abyss, while others had fallen entirely and become playgrounds for demons. Most races loathed demons, but plenty of people also saw them as a source of materials.

The Tower's wizards, for example, had never stopped capturing, dissecting, and studying demons, then using materials from their bodies to craft equipment.

Aster wanted Zuo Yi's soul; Zuo Yi wanted Aster's materials. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.

"Die!"

Aster roared and lashed out with the Blackflame Whip!

He had been thoroughly enraged.

That was precisely what Zuo Yi wanted. The more power Aster unleashed, the greater