P.S. I'll be working overtime from now on. I'll update as much as I can.
The will to fight had grown so intense that it threatened to crush the will of every living creature.
Diabolo stood in the void, surveying all directions with cold, merciless eyes. He looked every bit a king above all others, gazing down on them and pressing his might upon everything in sight.
His gaze burned as though it held stars, radiant and too dazzling to meet.
Lightning coiled around him, tearing open the surrounding space. His presence was immense, like a vast power descending upon the world. He was truly a supreme king among Demons.
"What do you choose? Will you fight or not?"
Diabolo clasped his hands behind his back as he asked.
The Demon World Lords looked at one another from every corner. They had not expected Diabolo to stand so firm without yielding an inch. Did he truly dare face so many Demons alone?
While they hesitated, a strange, indescribable will descended. It was faint at first, but within seconds it grew at a staggering rate. In the blink of an eye, it filled the entire battlefield.
This is...
The Demon World Lords were still wrestling with their decision when they sensed the eerie presence around them. Their expressions changed at once.
"Destruction Power!"
The presence carried a keen edge of destruction that stung the Demons as though their skin had been cut.
Hum—
It kept growing stronger. Destruction Power spread in from every part of the void, making every World Lord frown. Its concentration had already surpassed that of an ordinary Sky Tier, and the force within it rivaled their own.
"Has another World Lord arrived? Who is it?"
The Demon World Lords glanced at Diabolo as they speculated. He was