As one of his excellent offspring, Master of Winding should naturally be favored.
Thus, Master of Winding merely raised the Hundred-faced Wolfhead slightly, gazing at Demogorgon.
He believed that all demons would give them face; mere Demon Prison Angels wouldn't dare to…
Poof!
The longsword sliced a bright arc under the blood-colored night sky, and the head of the Demon Bug General flew off.
Swish swish swish…
Before the demigods could react, Demogorgon deftly cut the Demon Bug General into pieces and collected them.
The blood moon atop Demon Bug General's head flew to Demogorgon's.
Then, raising the blood-stained sword, Demogorgon pointed it at Master of Winding.
"Insect, apologize to our Demon Prison Angel clan for your subordinate."
Most demigods were stunned; what was happening?
Some Demon Prison Angels who had originally leaned towards Demogorgon silently retreated, thinking that provoking the Lord's offspring wasn't worth it.
