Sulfur and rot mingled in the lead-gray haze. Countless translucent figures drifted through the air, sinners stripped of their physical forms, every face frozen in eternal agony.
An immense golden dragon coiled in the sky, rumbling low in what might have been intimidation or warning.
Wei Yanchi stood beneath the dragon, strolling as casually as if he were in his own courtyard.
Soon, an enormous figure abruptly emerged from the darkness. He had three heads: a bull's, a man's, and a ram's.
He had a human body, a serpent's tail, and the feet of a waterbird. He held a spear bearing a banner and rode a monster with the wings of a Western dragon and the neck of a lion.
This was Asmodeus's true form, the infamous Demon of Lust.
His voice came from every direction, nauseating and powerful enough to shatter bones.
"They said you were the protagonist of the world. Seeing you now, you certainly aren't to be underestimated. Human, Wei Yanchi-what an interesting name. How are you enjoying Hell?"
"You're hideous."
Wei Yanchi answered Asmodeus coldly, his manner laced with irritation and disgust. Without a trace of fear, he took two steps toward Asmodeus, and the immense dragon let out a low growl.
Wei Yanchi sneered without hesitation. "Has the great Asmodeus fallen so far? You're meddling in human affairs now?"
"Hahaha, say whatever you like."
Asmodeus's ram's head yawned, his bull's head studied Wei Yanchi, and his human head was veiled in black mist. A quiet chuckle rumbled in his chest, and Wei Yanchi's figure was reflected in his enormous eyes.
"You saved your companions, but you couldn't save yourself. I suppose the world's protagonist isn't much after all."
Wei Yanchi shot back, his tongue as sharp as ever. "As if you amount to anything. You