The fire of hell burned on Azazel's body, and the surging demonic flames surrounded him, making him look much more powerful than he did when he fought with Eve in the underground world.

Just the divine power that was radiated changed color to the entire first level of hell.

At this moment, He seems to be the master of the entire world, He is the king of the entire plane!

Azazler looked down at the tiny Eve, quite proud.

He could not wait to see the other party's color-changing expression after feeling his terrifying power.

However, Eve looked at Him in peace and seemed not to be frightened by His power.

This calm look made Azazel angry and felt insulted.

“Asazel.”

Eve suddenly spoke again.

He looked straight into the eyes of the demon, and his expression was calm:

"Give you another chance to organize language. Do you really want to betray?"

Facing Eve's calm gaze, for some reason, Azazle suddenly felt a little uneasy.

But soon, He threw these emotions away.

No……

He is no longer the Him he used to be.

He has returned to his hell plane.

Here, He is the master, and the other party is nothing, just an incarnation!

You can no longer be scared by the other party.

I... want to get out of the shadow left by the other party!

Thinking of this, Azazler's expression on his face at Eve became more and more dangerous.

A ray of light flashed in His scarlet eyes, and he smiled grimly:

"Hmph! Uktrashire, do you think this is the world of Segs?"

"Thirty years from Hedong, thirty years from Hexi, don't bully the demon gods poor! You, the old witch who knows how to absorb my strength every day, will be your death day next year! Death!"

After saying that, He roared, waved his fists and smashed towards Eve.

The terrifying power of the abyss gathered in His hands, and the space was twisted.

A series of black flickers and dark red flames intertwined, surrounding Azazler's fists. The dissipated aura made the three imprisoned mythological dragons turn colored.

"Goddess's Crown!"

Myriel exclaimed.

However, just as Azazel's fist was about to hit Eve, He stopped.

No.

It was not that He took the initiative to stop, but that there seemed to be some force that imprisoned His actions, preventing Him from smashing his fist!

I saw Azazel's expression was ferocious and his body was trembling, but... he just couldn't move forward at all.

On His chest, the red light kept flashing, and mysterious lines could be seen slowly spreading...

Feeling the power of being suddenly imprisoned, Azazler's eyes were angry.

"Uk…Trashir…What did you do?!"

He said with difficulty, trembling.

Eve smiled slightly, and looked at Azazel with a hint of pity:

"Asazel...you don't really think that what you devoured before was my true god, right?"

When he heard this, he seemed to have thought of something, and Azazel's expression changed drastically.

He lowered his head with difficulty and looked at his chest.

I saw that there, red silk threads were constantly entangled on the heart that merged with the core of hell.

At the same time, His breath suddenly became weak like a balloon that had been pierced.

After a while... he fell from the peak of medium-sized divine power to the demigod.

Even His body gradually shrank... In a short while, it was even lower than Eve floating in the air.

"The heart of withering...

Sensing the familiar confinement power, Azazler widened his eyes and was shocked.

The scene of him just swallowing the other person's incarnation in the palace flashed through his mind, and he understood everything at once.

"Uktrashir! You...you plot against me!"

Azazler said furiously.

Eve glanced at Him:

"Asazel, you don't really think I would believe in the devil's allegiance, do you?"

When he heard this sentence, he was almost a copy of his words he had just mocked the other party, Azazel's breath was suffocated.

Looking at His wonderful expression, Eve shook her head secretly.

He never believed in Azazel's allegiance.

The devil is unreliable and can only be defeated by hard power. Even if the other party chooses to be loyal, even if there is a slight possibility of resistance, the other party will turn against the water without hesitation...

This is the demon, a chaotic and evil creature.

Therefore, after obtaining the coordinates of the core of hell from Azazel and the method of controlling the core of hell, Eve has always been careful.

As early as when he entered the first level of hell, He replaced his incarnation and hid his withered heart in it, guarding against the other party's backlash.

Azazel devoured the incarnation and also devoured the withered heart, which was equivalent to sealing himself.

And because it is the core of hell that comes into contact with, it is His most original power, this seal is even stronger than the external seal...

Even if He is in the hell, even if He can use the power of the abyss, as long as Eve controls the withering heart, His power will be imprisoned.

"Uk...Trashir!"

Azazel also figured out this point. His expression was extremely ugly, and the voice seemed to be so hated that he bit his teeth.

"Um?"

Eve narrowed her eyes and looked at Him with a smile.

Facing the smiley gaze, Azazler shivered.

At this moment, countless pictures flashed in His mind, and He suddenly remembered the fear dominated by the elves...

Falled...

I... fell again...

I saw that His expression changed several times, and seemed to be quite struggling, and eventually... gradually turned into a pleasing smile:

"Master...Master God's Crown, misunderstandings... are all misunderstandings..."

That smile is even worse than crying.

Looking at the Seventh Demon God who gave in an instant, Eve seemed to be smiling:

"Sooner or later I will get back?"

"No...no...I...I'm joking with you!"

Azazel said with a sad face.

"Thirty years from Hedong? Thirty years from Hexi?"

Eve smiled and her voice was fun.

"That's all the players' lines! I... I'm talking and playing... I... I..."

Azazler stuttered.

"Old witch?"

Eve tilted her head, looking quite innocent.

"I am the old witch...I am the old witch..."

Azazel said quickly.

"Tomorrow's day is my death day?"

Eve's smile gradually became brighter.

"My death day! It's my death day! Oh no...bah, bah, bah, bah, no death day! You heard it wrong, I'm performing an opera!"

Azazel was almost crying.
To be continued...