One Blade

Twenty Dark Lords attacked at the same time, and the sheer aftershock of the combat alone caused countless Palaces to collapse with a roar and countless demons to die on the spot.

Yet what none of them ever expected was this.

Not only did Belial block the combined strike of these Dark Lords, but he also tore open a spatial rift with a sneer, crooked his finger, and said, "Come on, don't smash up my home."

The Seventy-Two Demon Gods were startled.

However, the top twenty Dark Lords felt no fear whatsoever.

As fellow saints, their eyes were clear; as long as Belial had not stepped into the Main God rank, there was nothing to fear. These demons followed Belial right in without a second thought.

This was much like the battles of saints, which rarely took place within the World of Gods, instead opening up a place resembling an otherworld space to serve as the battlefield.

Otherwise, the destructive force would simply be too great.

This so-called World-Ending Mountain would have been blasted to pieces.

As for the remaining thousand-plus Legendary Tier demons, Death Knights, Flame Demons, and so on, after a mere three seconds of quiet, a heaven-shaking melee broke out.

This Pandemonium Palace, built over tens of thousands of years, was nevertheless completely destroyed within a very short time by the aftershocks of the battle.

In short.

Belial's home was gone!

Yet Belial had long since given secret voice transmissions, instructing his Legendary-Class Professionals to hunt down the Seventy-Two Demon Gods who had lost their contracts.

He had also dispatched dozens of his most obedient subordinates to capture the two Epic demons who had destroyed the contract. He had already laid eyes on those fellows and sensed their auras!

He had to figure out precisely who had