The third zone of the Devil's Abyss unfolded before Stark like a vast underworld wasteland as now there were even volcanos in the distance, each of them letting out a ton of lava.
"Damn," it became difficult to even breathe as the smoke and scent hit the boy's nose, but Stark still kept going.
From a distance, Stark could see the new breed of demons awaiting him. Their forms were more grotesque and intimidating, their presence exuding an aura of impending death.
Stark cracked his knuckles, his eyes gleaming with excitement, "Let's see what you've got."
The first wave of demons rushed him almost immediately.
These creatures were known as Hellfang Brutes, towering figures with thick, armor-like skin and jagged claws that dripped with dark energy.
Their eyes glowed a sinister red, and they moved with surprising agility, locking in onto Stark the moment he appeared before them.
He was basically intruding hell, after all, wasn't he?
