"Do you think? The scales of victory have already tipped in your favor?"
Asmodeus' cold and deep voice was like a whisper from hell. His echo shuddered the people.
That has revived the Ninth Hell Lord. It had not fully recovered. He broke the limbs in his body. He still had bloody wounds. They showed no signs of healing.
His appearance alone gave people a strong psychological impact.
Asmodeus wouldn't allow Richard to catch his breath after his attack. He continued to inject power and wanted to use boundless energy to tear Richard's body apart and kill him.
The energy erupted from the gemstone scepter and distorted the surrounding space and time.
But Richard did not die as he had hoped. His outstretched right hand gripped the gemstone scepter like an iron clamp.
His eyes widened in anger.
"You?!!"
'Thud!'
