Chapter 617: A miraculous survival
Duo'er'an felt increasingly uneasy.
The Hell domain he had created offered him no sense of safety. An incredibly strange sensation arose within him, one that absolutely should not have existed in the residential complex at that moment: cold.
Dark red currents churned around him. The ground had begun to crack, releasing a thick stench of sulfur, and the searing heat had already ignited some curtains inside the apartment buildings.
What kind of joke was this? Why did he feel cold?
The Demon's face twisted savagely. The magic power throughout his body was on the verge of boiling, and ethereal magic fire filled the entire domain, surging and rolling like the tide.
Duo'er'an was betting that the Devils would worry about the public repercussions and refrain from using their devastating weapons here. Whatever the reason, the higher-ranking Devils had yet to appear, and that gave him an opening.
At this moment, he raised his magic power without restraint and wrung out every last drop of his potential. What he unleashed was not a domain meant to preserve his life, but an all-out blast designed to give him a chance to escape.
Creak, creak.
He raised a thick, red-skinned hand and slowly curled his fingers. His joints made a teeth-grating sound of grinding bones, as though closing his hand required overcoming tremendous resistance.
He glanced at two spots on the ground out of the corner of his eye. Those two dying Middle Demons should have recovered somewhat within the Hell domain he had created. Why were they still motionless?
"..."
The two humanoid Demons lying on the ground, their bodies mangled beyond recognition, tried to move, only to discover that every movement was unbearably slow. Faint sounds like glass being crushed came from inside their bodies.
Their