"Balor, Pit Fiend..."
The Red Dragon Whelp murmured, desire intensifying in his eyes as drool dripped from his jaws now and then.
He took two heavy breaths.
The dragon cub turned to Xiluo with eager interest and said:
"Xiluo! Let's slaughter those two first."
Lawrence stared at the Red Dragon Whelp, utterly bewildered.
What was wrong with this dragon?
What other creature didn't find Balors and Pit Fiends troublesome and terrifying, trembling at the mere mention of their names?
None wanted them as enemies.
Yet this fellow actually seemed eager?
Was something wrong with him?
Balors and Pit Fiends were the most powerful fiends in Abyssal Hell.
Even mature and old dragons dared not underestimate them.
Who did this dragon cub think he was looking down on?
Lawrence felt some contempt for the Red Dragon Whelp. If Xiluo hadn't been there, he swore he would have taught the fellow a harsh lesson.
He would have shown him just how terrifying a Pit Fiend was.
"Do you know anything more specific about the strength of that Balor and Pit Fiend?"
Xiluo didn't answer the Red Dragon Whelp. After pondering briefly, he asked Lawrence instead.
The Pit Fiend merely shook his head:
"I don't know about that. They were already extremely powerful lords in this area long ago."
"And you don't know about that Demon Eye Grand Lord either?"
Xiluo asked.
The crimson skin of Lawrence's face twitched violently:
"Xiluo! Surely you aren't planning to pick a fight with that one?
"Don't go throwing your life away. That one is a Demigod of legend!
"Do you understand the power of a Demigod?
"They possess a portion of the power of laws and can utterly overwhelm any Legendary being.
"Throughout history,
"I've heard of beings below Legendary defeating Legendary foes, but never of