Chapter 137: Opening of Hell Gate

Dense beams of Death raked across the sky and earth, peeling back the mirror-like fragments of shattered space.

As space continued to collapse, the Lava Territory became increasingly unstable. The frenzied rivers of magma surged skywards again and again, massive hands of ever-changing molten rock reaching to grasp the Millipede, offering it a warm embrace before viciously pulling it down from the heights.

The beams of Death converged, severing the molten hands.

Wayne's thoughts were suppressed, unable to utilize the full authority of a Lord, left to counter the Thousand-Eyed Demon with only the small tricks he could scramble together.

He felt inadequate, but the Thousand-Eyed Demon didn't think so, firmly believing that the talent of a Demon Bat was exceptional, naturally excellent material for a Demon King.

Should it be left to develop in the human world for a few years, its counterattack into Hell would certainly be overwhelmingly powerful.