Asmodeus became increasingly impatient and crazy.
However, neither his plan to suppress Richard nor the demon troops to capture Twilight City made any progress.
The initial joy of being the fisherman who had benefited from the victory had gradually sunk at this moment. Fear had begun to eat away at his heart.
In the end, a strong sense of despair arose in him.
The feeling of being forcefully killed by the other party when he was one step away from victory was like ten thousand ants that bit his heart.
"Why?!!"
He was the ruler of the Ninth Hell, but he couldn't defeat the Grace Mainland Overlord!
How could the other party do this?
He had felt innumerable times that his opponent's power was on the verge of a collapse. He would only exert more effort, and then he could destroy everything. But his attempts were futile!
His gemstone scepter had pierced Richard's chest, but he still couldn't slay the overlord!
