He had not exaggerated.
Before that calamity descended upon the Main Universe, the armies under the Four Kings had always been the mainstay of Hell's forces. Once they returned to the Main Universe and completed their Ascension, their strength would multiply many times over, turning them into a torrent that swept across the Vast Cosmos.
And Clown knew perfectly well that, with the enhancement from the other Raven and the Trident in his hand, he now definitely had the power to temporarily break Hell's hold over them.
"But you need to understand something, Lynn."
At that moment, Clown's eyes flickered, and he felt compelled to warn him.
"Once you let them ascend, the power of Chaos will rapidly clash with their own power, breaking this balance. So far, only a handful of Jailers have been able to keep the Chaos within them stable at the Ancient God stage. That's also why Hell restricts even the Jailers to around the Origin level."
This was not merely a shackle.
It was also a form of protection.
Because even the Female Host could hardly guarantee that someone could possess the standing of a Deity while retaining vast amounts of Chaos within their body to command.
These two powers were inherently in fierce conflict.
And the Jailers who could maintain stable Chaos within themselves at the Deity level were the toughest of the tough. Only the Four Kings and a few senior Jailers had that ability.
Something stirred in Lynn's heart. His eyes flickered as he asked,
"How long can they hold out?"
Clown replied gravely,
"Around thirty minutes on average, no more than an hour at most. But as long as they descend in rank before the power of Chaos burns up their bodies and souls, they still have a chance of surviving."