The dark shadows were gradually drawing closer.
The Pit Fiend Lawrence stood in the sky, dark green fel power dancing wildly around him as his hands made strange gestures.
At the same time.
Seven or eight kilometers away.
Above the army of over ten thousand devils led by Scorpion Devil Baz, the already dark red clouds churned into chaos as though stirred by an invisible hand.
Rumbling thunder rang out continuously from the clouds.
An astonishing amount of magic power was gathering!
On the ground, a group of devils stared at the strange sight in the sky, fear appearing on their faces.
"Th-this looks like Fire Dance Meteor! Its range is enormous..."
"This is a spell from that damned Pit Fiend Lawrence!"
"This is bad! Spread out! Don't let yourselves get hit!"
Seeing the danger, many devils shouted and scattered to either side.
The Scorpion Devil flapped the bat wings on his back, his bloated body pausing briefly as he stared solemnly at the red clouds overhead.
"That fellow Lawrence... he's sent me quite a gift right from the start...
"With this range... it seems his mastery of Fire Dance Meteor has improved considerably.
"But even so, don't think you can claim the crown of victory!
"It will belong to me!"
He muttered, then roared at the devil army below him:
"My subordinates! Have no fear!
"Charge with me! Lawrence Moyuan is just ahead!
"Whoever kills him, I'll promote to my adjutant!
"I'll help them evolve into the highest order of devil!"
"Raaaargh! For Lord Baz!"
Hearing this, the devils roared wildly again.
Their faces burned with fervor.
Behind Scorpion Devil Baz, there was no sign of the River Styx Memory Thief Demon, the Sacrificial Demon, or the dragon.
There was only a group of ordinary flying devils.
As for