Imprisoned Eight Hell Demon Lords

Asmodeus had just returned to the underground palace hall when he suddenly felt a slight breeze coming from behind him.

He hurriedly turned around and found that a spatial rift had appeared out of thin air behind him.

Then, Richard walked out from the spatial rift.

Lord?! Asmodeus hurriedly turned around and bowed in salute.

Richard wore a stern face and said to him, "Which direction is the imprisonment passage? Take me there immediately."

"Please follow me, my lord!" Although Asmodeus did not know what had happened, Richard's face was plastered with displeasure at the moment, so he naturally did not dare to provoke him.

Led by Asmodeus, they turned and walked toward the passage on the right.

This time, not long after they walked, a trace of vibration faintly came from within the passage.

Accompanied by the vibration, Richard could vaguely catch a trace of ethereal wailing and cursing.

He listened intently, trying to identify what was being cursed.

Yet the cursing seemed to come from an unconscious mutter, and no matter how super-powered Richard's hearing was, he could only faintly hear a few words.

...Damn it...

...Mephisto...

...Deception...

His eyebrows ticked up, and a trace of a smile finally appeared on his face.

Richard patted Asmodeus on the shoulder as the latter led the way in front, urging, "Speed up. I'm very interested in the fellow imprisoned on the other side right now."

"As you command, my lord!" Asmodeus hurriedly quickened his pace.

After they rounded a dozen or so bends, ahead of them was a straight passage leading downward.

This passage was exceptionally deep, and its bottom could not be seen at a glance.

Asmodeus stopped in his tracks and instinctively looked back at Richard.

"Lord, this..."

Richard peered down, and the ethereal cursing and groaning seemed