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At this moment, Asmodeus set aside his usual laziness and asked in a low voice toward the colleague beside him, "So this is the third Dragon God recorded in the intelligence?"

"Mm."

Beelzebub nodded.

Lucifer, Leviathan—

As one of the Four Great Demon Kings, Beelzebub was well aware of the strength of these two colleagues of his.

If Leviathan could still be considered normal, then Lucifer was absolutely the strongest among the Four Great Demon Kings.

But what was he seeing now?

Leviathan had been controlled, and Lucifer was nowhere to be seen—clearly the situation was equally unpromising.

Thinking of this, a hint of irritation rose in Beelzebub's heart: "Tch, why would this one come causing us trouble? The demons shouldn't have offended him anywhere, right?"

"Or did those idiots of the Jiumowang Sect make him bear a grudge against all demons?"

One of the major factions within the Calamity Host was the Jiumowang Sect. Originally those idiots had wanted to borrow the power of that Infinite Dragon God to overthrow the Xinmowang Sect. Now it seemed they were indeed about to get their wish.

If devastating the demon race as a whole could count as overthrowing them.

However, upon hearing Beelzebub's words, Asmodeus merely shook his head slightly: "I rather feel that's not necessarily the case."

Hearing this, Beelzebub immediately wanted to ask.

But before he could even open his mouth, a somewhat weak voice rang out: "Asmodeus is right."

The two turned their heads and saw that Satanick had appeared on the hilltop at some unknown time.

Only, unlike his usual vigorous appearance, this Demon King who had inherited the name Lucifer was deathly pale right now, as if he had suffered a grievous wound.

"Lucifer?" Seeing him in such a state, Beelzebub immediately furrowed his brow tightly. "What exactly happened?"

Hearing this, Satanick immediately recounted what had just occurred.

After hearing his account, Beelzebub and Asmodeus grew increasingly solemn.

After a moment's thought, Asmodeus spoke: "Since this Dragon God desires our blood, then let us give it to him."

"If we keep fighting, I'm afraid the Fallen Angels will come to join the fun."

To tell the truth, after learning the full story, this foremost strategist of the Underworld actually breathed a sigh of relief.

In his view, as long as it wasn't those idiots of the Jiumowang Sect who had provoked the other party, a mere bit of blood was nothing to give.

After all, given the strength the other party had displayed, if they truly wished them harm, there was no need to go through such a long detour.

"I'm just afraid this lord won't be willing to let the matter rest so easily."

Saying this, Asmodeus couldn't help but sigh.

But he would not blame Leviathan for it either—after all, before the fight started, who could have imagined the other party's strength was terrifying to such a degree.

Hearing these words, Satanick could not help but recall what had just happened, and a bitter smile immediately appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Just as the three Demon Kings were discussing how to quell Li Ang's "anger," a middle-aged man with six pairs of pitch-black wings was high in the air, watching the scene below with a strange expression: "These demons actually went and provoked this kind of trouble."

Saying this, the middle-aged man shifted his gaze toward the originator of it all.

But the moment he sensed the other's aura, the wings on his back began to tremble uncontrollably:

"This aura—"

"Is my perception mistaken?"