The rancid air diffused with several pairs of red eyes glinting menacingly in the darkness.
Despite that, Rhode's group remained calm, except for Christie, who twitched nervously and triggered the ring on her finger. In the blink of an eye, a gentle ray of white light enfolded her entirety. But even so, she leaned closely to Bell as she sensed that this disturbing aura was similar to the devil ritual she experienced in the past.
The darkness finally separated at the next moment.
"Grrrr———!"
Hundreds of devils bound out of the darkness, widening their jaw to reveal lethal, long fangs and slashing their razor-sharp claws. Their ragged wings fluttered, pouncing them on the wall of flames like moths. Putrid stench filled the air as the devils thronged the space.
But they posed no threat to Rhode's group. These devils weren't nothing more than some annoying bugs to them.
