He held Hell's Soul Scroll in his hand.
Miao Mu no longer felt like sleeping. It was like shaking someone's hand, then discovering he'd just come out of the bathroom and didn't wash his hands.
Calling it unpleasant would be an understatement.
But after only a brief standoff, those gazes from Hell withdrew one by one.
There was even a hint of regret. From a demon's perspective, Miao Mu was terrifying.
The souls of tens of thousands of demons had been fused into one, their very selves torn away. It was enough to scare a demon.
In the end, Miao Mu was left with only the scroll in his hand, which he found utterly disgusting.
Something had changed, though. As vast amounts of energy poured into the scroll, Miao Mu found he could reach back into Hell.
A pale red sky, barren earth, a Hell burning with sulfurous flames—it all lay in Miao Mu's palm.
It was only a feeling: the sense that he could open a portal.
Miao Mu raised his hand, about to try opening a portal to Hell.
The window shattered with a bang. A moment later, furniture downstairs went flying as something crashed through it with a tremendous racket.
Miao Mu looked outside and wondered whether he was still asleep—or whether he'd summoned Hell to Earth.
Red lights flashed across the sky. Parademons that fed on fear hurtled toward him like living missiles.
They slammed into buildings and the ground.
Every impact sent up a huge burst of flame, erupting from their landing spots like lava.
The flames washed over the Parademons. They emerged no longer as airborne troops, but as infantry carrying laser rifles and blades.
The fire seemed to cushion their landings.
It also made their arrival impossible to miss.
Miao Mu's villa began