Their hands began to unite, intertwined with each other. It seemed, they were about to unite their forces. And the fire power that they have becomes bigger. But not as big as Asmodeus's. The power they possessed was only a third of the Demon Lord's. Asmodeus turned his head, he was disturbed by the power of the inhabitants of hell from the lower castes.
"They're pretty strong too!" Asmodeus whispered, quite admiring what he saw. He just found out that there are inhabitants of hell from the lowest caste who have considerable power.
The pig-faced youth smiled, he thought Asmodeus was frightened by the strength of his friends. "Why? Are you afraid to see of power my friends?" asked the pig-faced youth proudly. "I think it's too late for you to run away from here!" he said again very proud of the greatness of his friends.
Asmodeus turned to the young man, "In fact I feel sorry for your stupidity!" Asmodeus said much more arrogantly than the pig-faced youth.
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