At this moment, on the battlefield, another dazzling burst of white light descended.
Sterl shook his head. "That's enough."
In front of him, although there still were many demons on the battlefield, they appeared somewhat scattered. Some of the enemies had fled, while others had been directly slaughtered by Sterl.
Observing the core war zone, which he had thoroughly harvested, Sterl didn't hesitate to drink another potion and soared toward the areas where the enemies were less concentrated.
While he was puzzled as to why the divine beings had not yet made their move, he was intent on maximizing his kills before they did.
As he left, the surviving demons and hell players felt as if they had received a reprieve. When facing other enemies, the will of Hell would control them, forcing them to lose their fear.
