In just one month's time.
The entire Hell underwent earth-shattering changes.
Various disasters descended, evolving all sorts of strange abyssal demons.
You could even see some abyss worms devouring and evolving time and time again.
These abyssal creatures were crazily mutating, providing all kinds of materials for building a Sacred Body.
All of this was because of one thing, one person, the God sitting on the moon.
That figure sat on the lunar orbital ring, circling around the Hell below.
The world was half day, half night.
Whenever night fell, the moon would reveal that black shadow with one hand supporting its chin, sitting sideways on the throne, radiating dark light like an Ancient Demon God.
It was clearly an ordinary and extremely simple action, yet it brought an inexplicable feeling of tension to them and even the entire Hell, suffocating them.
Because all demons knew that when this supreme being walked down from the throne at that moment...
