Because the ones rushing towards the World Tree saplings are no longer just the demons who rushed into the Ashan plane first.

There are also a large number of demons pouring out from the cracks in space and rushing towards the World Tree saplings.

Among the newly arrived demons, in addition to a large number of cannon fodder, there are also a large number of big demons.

Forced, Sean had to open the forbidden teleportation field again.

Maintaining three major areas at the same time is a huge burden even for Sean, and the power of the law is consumed like running water.

Sean and Sophia Liya came together again, back to back, each guarding one side.

Sophilia is still facing the impact of the demons from this plane.

Sean was facing the crack in space, blocking the new influx of demons, and resisting the attacks of demons like a tidal wave.

These demons seem to be endless, and they cannot be killed no matter how hard they are killed.

"How dare a group of ants destroy my great plan!" A sharp roar came from the other side of the space crack.

Just a scream made Sean and Sophia's movements freeze, as if their foreheads had been hit hard by a life force, and they became dizzy for a while.

Although this voice is full of anger, you can still feel the endless charm from it.

Just hearing the other person's voice made all kinds of desires grow like weeds in Sean's heart.

Succubus Lord Sunelavo!

A name flashed through Sean's mind.

Didn't that guy sneak into their plane secretly to cause destruction?

Why did the sound appear on the other side of hell again?

Or could it be that what he had glimpsed earlier was just a projection of the other party, and now it was the original voice.

If this is the case, they need to re-evaluate the combat effectiveness of the top level of hell.

A projection created by a demon lord would make Sean feel fearful. How powerful does he have to be?

How terrifying must the demon kings above them be?

laugh!

A huge sound of tearing cloth was heard.

Two long, slender hands suddenly appeared on both sides of the space crack, making a tearing motion.

The invisible space crack turned into a tangible existence in front of these flawless hands. It was torn apart several times, and a half-perfect face appeared on the other side of the space crack.

Apart from perfect, Sean really can't find any other adjective to describe this half of his face.

Whether it is the curvature, the proportion of facial features, or the brightness of the skin, they are all flawless and impeccable, and are the envy of countless women.

The premise of everything is to ignore the opponent's body shape.

Sean's 28-meter-tall law body, standing in front of the opponent, is probably not as big as her face.

It cannot be ruled out that what they see now is not the opponent's body, but like Sean, he is also a body of law - a body of hell's law.

Moreover, the distorted space cracks are like a magic mirror, and what is seen through it is more or less distorted.

After all, it involves the problem of conversion from the third dimension to the fourth dimension.

Putting aside the issue of body shape, one thing is for sure.

That's the strength shown by the opponent's every move, which is truly terrifying.

Sean has no way of assessing the opponent's upper limit.

So far, there is only one person who has given Sean this feeling - Goddess Abigail.

Even Hel, the Shadow Mistress, who had fought against each other several times, was far behind.

Although that guy is equally huge, to Sean, it is still a tangible thing, although this form is largely composed of shadow energy.

The beautiful eyes that looked through the crack in space immediately locked onto the World Tree sapling, which was already bigger than a hundred-year-old ginkgo tree. He roared angrily, "If you want to close this door, you have to ask me if I agree."

Agreed...get out of here, those weeds that are in the way!"
Chapter completed!