"Except for Death Mad," Youmo said bitterly, "Let her die here!"
"Let's go, Observer, let's leave together," Black Demon clapped his hands and said cheerfully, "Before Uroboros arrives, let's give this world a proper ransacking! Except for Death Mad, naughty children have no right to play with us!"
Death Mad said nothing, merely resting her right hand on the sword hilt, a resentment strong enough to overturn mountains and seas rising from her. At the same time, endless wails of despair rang around Black Demon, a flood of vengeful spirits surged beneath Youmo's cloak, and every line from the Lord of Mirrors glowed with a murky silver light!
Four formidable forces, as deep as the abyss and as hellish as hell, roared as they collided with each other, threatening to tear apart the Nihility Dimension!
"Let it consume Hell."
At this moment, Ash heard himself speaking, his voice high and cold, his tone as casual as feeding meat to a dog.
