Satan's gaze gradually turned cold. He suppressed his anger and stared fixedly at Russell. Spitting, that was all he...
He really couldn't do it.
After all, even devils needed pride!
Devils at the level of Hell Lords were all regional overlords, renowned figures in Hell. In the mortal world, they would be respectfully called "Demon Kings."
Spitting during a fight—what kind of behavior was that? If word got out, where would Hell's dignity be?
Wouldn't the angels laugh themselves to death?
Even the Hell Lords were like this, let alone him, the king of demon kings. It had nothing to do with cherishing his reputation; he simply could not bring himself to do it.
Facing Satan's indignant, contemptuous gaze, Russell snorted coldly, his lofty, righteous back remaining utterly unshaken.
You had to consider who you were spitting on. Could spitting on a devil even be called spitting?
Of course not!
That was the iron fist of justice, an Ultimate Strike condensed from thunder, an accusation against evil!
Double standards?
They did not exist. Just as a righteous beatdown was called teamwork, justice's unyielding heart remained steadfast against such crooked and wicked paths.
"Fallen Angel..."
Satan snorted softly. Dense black light surfaced across his body, and his human appearance vanished as he transformed into a red-skinned devil.
Curved horns rose from his forehead, vertical razor-sharp fangs filled his mouth, his eyes were a sickly yellow, and his long black hair flowed wildly.
Satan's complete form was powerfully built, largely humanoid in outline and over two meters tall. A pair of bat wings like demonic claws spread behind him, while his long red tail lashed about, occasionally shedding Hellfire.
Above his head, Hellfire formed a flaming crown, symbolizing his supreme status.
His original two-meter height was instantly raised considerably by the blazing