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The atmosphere grew a little strange.
The Sea Emperor Folk trembled with fear, unsure what to do.
Crocia stared fixedly at Baal. She could feel the sharp edge of his destructive power, and for a long while, she said nothing.
Diabolo, meanwhile, watched with a smile. An inexplicable glint had appeared on his striking, otherworldly face.
The two Demon Gods faced each other while Crocia watched from the side. For a moment, the air felt stifling.
Diabolo, the beautiful, otherworldly Time-and-Space Demon God, and Baal, the fierce and domineering Demon God of Destruction!
Diabolo's crimson brows slanted toward his temples like two sharp swords. His eyes seemed to hold brilliant blood-red jewels. A tiny clock flickered in one, ticking softly; a veil of bloody mist covered the other, lending his gaze a hazy, chilling gleam that made it impossible to read. He had a high, straight nose and thin, alluring lips.
Only now did Crocia take a good look at Diabolo. It was also the first time Er Dongsheng had examined this clone through his true body.
Though he knew the body intimately, seeing it from another perspective still left him startled by its otherworldly beauty.
It was like a work of art.
Diabolo was still smiling. With his handsome, proud face and eyes like the Crimson World, there was a trace of tenderness in his blood-soaked gaze that Baal lacked. An irresistible aristocratic pride radiated from him. Long crimson hair flowed down to his waist, sending out occasional sparks of lightning, while his scarlet