Deep Red Plane, Demon Lord City.
The few Masters of Laws at the topmost seat fell into silence.
"Origin Star, Human Race..."
The Abyss Demon Lord muttered.
Below, countless Holy Tier beings remained silent as cicadas in winter.
After a moment of silence, it was the Flame Law Master, who hadn't recovered from his injuries, who spoke, "Abyss Demon Lord, what should we do next?"
He was very reluctant.
Among the three Masters of Laws, he was the most miserable.
Caught and beaten all along.
The Devil Race naturally had more than three Masters of Laws.
But the Devil Race's territory was vast, and besides the Star Domains that were devoured into dead zones, there were important areas that needed to be guarded.
As well as the retreat of the Great Sovereign.
And so on and so forth.
But they could still call upon two or three more.
"For now, a ceasefire."
The Abyss Demon Lord paused and then spoke.
The Flame Law Master opened his mouth but finally closed it again.
