Satana was still the same as ever. After all these years, she had been living quite well, even growing more beautiful and alluring.
With long white hair draped over her shoulders, a tight red leather outfit, and a deep V-neck plunging all the way to her navel, she knew very well how to make use of her beauty and gender advantages. That was not something commonly seen among Hell Lords.
Deathstroke was currently in a Hell Plane filled with all kinds of toxic gases. Unlike Mephisto's Lava Hell, the flames here were trapped underground; from the surface, all one could see were countless poisonous swamp hot springs.
Toxic miasma permeated this world. If an ordinary person came here without magical protection, they probably would not survive even a second.
"Oh? You're looking for Beast's soul? I thought that, as the Sorcerer Supreme, you knew. It's in Darkless Prison."
Satana crouched beside Deathstroke at the edge of a highly toxic hot spring, watching hot spring eggs roll about in the yellow-green liquid. She licked her red lips and said with a suggestive wink:
"But it can't come out of that place, and no one else can get in. It can't give you anything, so why go through all this trouble? Why not come to my palace and do something that makes everyone feel good? Those two can join us too."
"I'm not joking with you. Chthon and the others have returned. I suspect he made Beast a new body, so I need to investigate." Su Ming gave her a helpless pat on the head, making the lustful woman sober up a little. "If the Ancient Demons return as a group, all you Hell Lords will be facing a reshuffle. Your best option is to cooperate with me."
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