While the Multiracial Fighting Arena competition was underway with great fervor,
thousands of miles away,
a group of people in black robes was rapidly approaching from the edge of the Abyss.
Leading them was a curvaceous woman, surrounded by twelve guards with powerful auras, arranged in a crescent moon formation, swiftly navigating through many dangerous Secret Realms.
Rustle! Rustle!
"Roar!"
Many fearsome and large Demonic Monarchs were startled, their crimson eyes opened, looking towards these unexpected guests who had intruded into their territories; just as they were about to attack, countless thorns pierced through their skulls, and their fresh blood became nourishment.
Kerplunk!
Their corpses fell to the ground, kicking up dust, and quickly decomposed into mud, enriching the surrounding trees.
With many Demons dying, numerous others fled in terror.
"Sorry, I'm in a bit of a hurry today, can't pray for you, but once you're dead, you won't feel the pain anymore!"
