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"Hmph!"
"From this day forward, all three prisons belong to the Central Demon Domain. The Ice and Snow Prison submits to it. Hear my command: the Dark Council shall proclaim this to the world. So decreed!"
Nicholas spoke calmly, but his words struck the entire fifth-layer Abyss like thunder from a clear sky, vast and filled with unfathomable authority.
His voice rode the boundless demonic energy into every demon's heart.
For a moment, demons across several layers of the Abyss were stunned into horror.
"Is that... the Dark Council's proclamation to the world?"
In a damp, blood-red cave, a black-robed man suddenly looked up, surprise crossing his face.
"That old bastard in the Dark Council actually compromised? Does that fellow on the first layer really have that kind of power?"
"Interesting!"
The man muttered to himself.
Within a pitch-black mountain...
A group of demons with bloodthirsty gleams in their eyes heard the voice and smiled cruelly.
"A demon actually made that old bastard yield. Not bad! We could try making contact!"
"Indeed. Has our chance to turn things around finally come?"
The demons whispered among themselves as the darkness around them grew denser.
In the Fire Prison...
After speaking, Nicholas entered the Space-Time Rift with a dark expression.
He left without another word.
"Why are you still here? Must I see you out myself?"
Diabolo sneered at the stunned demon projections around him.
"Yes, yes! We're leaving right now!"
As if jolted awake, the projections tore open space, slipped through, and fled.
Even the mighty chairman of the Dark Council had been defeated and forced to compromise. What right did underlings like them have to stay? Were they courting death?
"And you? Why are you still here?"
Diabolo regarded Amyra curiously.