The space, filled with shattered moon, and thousands of spaceships, soon became a battlefield. The demons left the spaceships, and under the orders of the Demon Lords, they flew into the World of White to wreak havoc.
The Gods didn't try to stop them. They had faith that everyone had already evacuated. If there were some sad souls that didn't make it in time, they could only pray for them.
After half of the demons split. There were still Demon Lords of the Seven Heavens, and an army of tens of thousands of demons. It was a formidable power. There were worlds that couldn't handle the power of one Demon Lord, let alone seven.
Tyrannus, the Demon Lord of the Sixth Heaven, floated before the Gods, and nonchalantly said, ''Who shall be my opponent?''
His gaze swept past the armored Gods, who wore solemn expressions, and individuals, who seemed like humans. No one made a move, so he made.
