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Two beings that had nearly surpassed Fourth-Level Demons—at last, the King of Thunder could no longer keep his composure!
Sweat dripped down his forehead. His mind raced as he searched for a way out, only to find that nothing would help.
Against such overwhelming strength, there was nothing he could do.
He had once crushed other demons beneath his might. Now he was the one being crushed.
That was the tragedy of the weak: they had no choice.
Bang!
"Damn it! Damn it all!"
Kaltelon slammed his fist against the table again and again. The pounding did nothing to hide his unease.
He had lost his composure.
In front of all the leaders, he could no longer hold back. His emotions ran wild.
"Where is the great Abyssal Will? Damn it, why hasn't it stopped these things that have crossed the limit?"
Only moments ago, he had sworn to the leaders that no being beyond the limit would appear.
Now reality had slapped him squarely across the face.
It stung. It stung badly!
The leaders exchanged glances. The King of Thunder saw them, but there was nothing he could do!
He had thought this meeting would be a chance to display his authority. He had made no moves for a hundred years, and Diabolo's threat had given him the perfect excuse to summon them all.
But now?
The whole thing had become a joke!
Not only were the leaders' subordinates surrounded by tens of thousands of Burning Legion soldiers, but the demons here were also losing their nerve—including the King of Thunder himself!
"My lord King of Thunder, that... that..."
A Fourth-Level Demon spoke in a small voice, pointing at the