Why must the devil be Defeated?

When that aged, hoarse voice echoed throughout the entire crimson world and entered everyone's ears, all those present finally calmed down.

Including Shane, who also raised his eyebrows and entered a watchful state.

Chafne did not respond to that voice either, but instead, she surveyed the entire blood-colored world.

On the contrary, Liel, Hart, and Gray, a party of three, simultaneously rushed in front of Chafne as if to protect her, their faces showing caution.

"Who...!?"

Liel was the first to question coldly.

"Assailants?"

Hart murmured to himself.

"It's the Old Demon Clan Faction, right?"

Gray even guessed the origins of the other party straight away.

It wasn't all that difficult to surmise.

After all, in the Demon Realm, no one would be foolish enough to attack a Demon.

The territories managed by the Demons themselves go without saying—all are subjects loyal to the Demons. In the face of the inherently transcendent and terrifying power of the Demons, there is no possibility of rebellion and seizure of power like in the Human Race.

Even if all the subjects rebelled, a Demon could suppress them all with his power alone.

Thus, there is no such thing as rebellion and usurpation in the Demon Realm.

And the relationships between the Demon sisters were very good, without any significant grudges, so naturally, there wouldn't be disputes between territories.

Under such circumstances, the only ones daring to attack a Demon were those who had betrayed the Demon Clan—the Old Demon Clan Faction.

And so it was.

At a certain moment, a fishy wind started whirling and materialized in front of Shane and the others.

Within the wind, three figures appeared.

The leader was an old man wearing a hemp robe, holding a cane, baldheaded, but with long white beards and eyebrows, giving him a very weathered look.

Behind the old man stood a middle-aged Demon male and female.

The old man appeared with this pair of male and female Demons, smiling merrily as he faced the crowd.

"Greetings to Enchanting Demon Lord."

The old man gave Chafne a respectful greeting.

But Chafne still did not pay him any heed and merely glanced at him, her expression devoid of any emotional fluctuations.

"Who are you?"

It was Liel, however, who seemed to be standing up for Chafne, staring at the old man with murderous intent in her eyes.

The pressure was not small.

After all, Liel was at Level 99, only one step away from Limit Level, and if she seriously released her killing intent, it would be very terrifying.

However, bathed in Liel's killing intent, the old man continued to smile without changing his expression.

"My name is Parren."

Parren presented his self-introduction.

"Envoy of the 'Sun' from the Old Demon Clan Faction 'Primordial Demon', one of the three Great Apostles under the leader, Parren."

Upon hearing this, the expressions of Liel, Gray, and Hart all changed.

"'Primordial Demon'..."

Even Chafne finally turned her gaze to Parren, her eyes filled with surprise.

"Ambassador of the 'Sun'..."

Shane's eyes flickered, and he couldn't help but recall Magie encountered in the Taiger Forest.

That troublesome Demon Spirit had once said that within the 'Primordial Demon', below the leader, were three Great Apostles, each with four Apostles under them, all at least of Legendary status.

And the rest of the Old Demon Clan under the Apostles were merely so-called Envoys, mere foot soldiers.

So...

"So this guy named Parren is one of the three Great Apostles of the 'Primordial Demon'?"

Shane narrowed his eyes and activated his "Outer Destiny" Identification ability to check the other's level and skills.

At this time, Liel was already furious, addressing Parren sharply.

"The scum of the Old Demon Clan Faction 'Primordial Demon'? So it was you!" Liel shouted with unrestrained anger: "How dare you attack Lord Chafne?"

Gray and Hart, too, had cold light flashing in their eyes.

The Old Demon Clan Faction was a presence loathed and viewed as an enemy by all races.

They opposed peace among the Three Clans, citing the will of the Demon King as their reason, and believed that the world should return to the era of a thousand years ago, following the policies before the Demon King's demise, waging war against the Divine Race and the Human Race.

For this reason, they regarded the Current Demon Clan as a disgrace, considering the Demons' actions of surrendering and begging for peace from the Divine Race and Human Race as a shameful behavior of groveling to other races.

Therefore, they betrayed the Demon Clan, deemed themselves the Old Demon Clan, and resorted to any means possible, causing disruptions and destruction over thousands of years, all to reignite the war among the Three Clans.

Their disdain for the Divine Race and Human Race came from the depths of their hearts, and they viewed the Demon Clan as traitors; they were the true enemies of the whole world, causing harm to all three clans, despised and outraged by everyone.

Among these Old Demon Clan Factions, the 'Primordial Demon' was the oldest, largest, and most mysterious of all.

"For a thousand years, you've repeatedly performed the Demon Refining Ceremony in the Demon Realm, slaughtering your own kind, using the lives of demons and even your own race as sacrifice to forge Demon Infants and even attempted to create the Seventh Demon, engaging in such filthy and despicable acts. How dare you now appear before us and attack our esteemed master?"

Liel had utterly lost control of her emotions, her magic power bursting forth, shaking the very atmosphere.

Not just Liel, even Hart was somewhat out of control, his face twisted as magic power swept around.

It was easy to imagine that, for the Demon Clan, the people of the Old Demon Clan Faction were trash they'd love to kill quickly.

They betrayed the Demon Clan and regarded them as a disgrace, tarnishing the reputation of the Demon Clan. Over a millennium, they committed countless brutal and inhumane acts, repeatedly drawing condemnation from both the Divine Race and Human Race.

If it weren't for them, the Demon Clan could have been more readily accepted by the Divine and Human Races, and peace would have come more easily.

They destroyed the Demon Clan's aspirations for peace and acted in the name of the Demon King, committing acts that disgusted everyone, earning the deep hatred of all members of the Demon Clan.

The evidence was clear, even Chafne's glance towards Parren had turned cold.

Clearly, although the Enchanting Demon Lord held no interest in Parren and his people, if they were from the Old Demon Clan Faction, especially if they were envoys of the "Primordial Demon," then even Chafne harbored a murderous intent.

However, in the face of Liel's condemnation, Parren's face remained undiminished in smiles.

"All those were necessary sacrifices, Clan Leader of the Stone Woman Clan."

Parren spoke like a kindly old man, but his words sent chills down one's spine.

"As long as we can resurrect the Demon King, bring His Majesty back to this world, reclaim the former glory of the Demon Clan, and exact revenge on the Divine Race and Human Race. Those sacrifices are merely minor issues that can be endured with a moment of silence."

These words caused the momentum of Liel and the others to falter momentarily before it surged out tangibly, pouring out wildly.

Even Gray's complexion turned cold, an astonishing aura rising from him that was in no way inferior to Liel's.

The combined might of three top Legendary fighters assailed Parren, threatening to crush his aged body.

Yet, before Parren could act, two middle-aged demons from behind him stepped forward, releasing their own auras.

These auras were almost on par with those of Liel, Hart, and Gray.

Such an aura testified to the great strength of these two middle-aged demons.

"Both at Level 98?"

Shane recognized their strength at a single glance.

Indeed, these two were only slightly behind Liel and Gray and were even higher than Hart.

"Envoys under the command of a Great Apostle are indeed no simple matter."

Initially, as an envoy, Magie's level was equally as high as ninety-eight, her power on par with Elf Queen Sophie, immensely strong.

If it weren't for Shane's "cheating," it would not have been easy for him to deal with her under normal circumstances.

Now, the strength of these two Old Demon Clan members was undoubtedly not less than Magie's, and they were undoubtedly envoys under Parren, the Great Apostle.

Of course, as strong as these two were, they were not unmatched here.

Neither Liel nor Gray would be weaker than these two demons, and even Hart wouldn't fall too far behind.

Yet, despite that, the auras of these two envoys were equal to Liel and the others.

"This space..."

Shane realized something and looked around.

The supreme perception of "Outer Destiny" was informing Shane that this blood-colored space was no ordinary place.

It had actually taken complete control of the magic power between heaven and earth, causing magic power to flow like water towards the direction of Parren and his followers.

Thanks to this, the magic power of the two envoys surged, barely withstanding the severity of Liel and the others.

"You..."

Suddenly, Liel and the others sensed something amiss.

Chafne had been observing this blood-colored world from the start, and after seeing this scene, she muttered to herself.

"Is this the effect of a Unique Skill?"

Hearing Chafne's words, Parren voiced his admiration.

"You have a sharp eye indeed."

Parren chuckled genially, still speaking kindly.

"This is the exclusive space created by my Unique Skill."

"No, rather than calling it an exclusive space, it's better to say that the outer and inner spaces have been severed, and the area within the influence of my Unique Skill has been transformed into my own 'Hell,' which I control and command."

"In this space, I am almost akin to a god, able to extract even the magic power that exists in this world, strengthening myself or my subordinates."

"This is my Unique Skill— 'Crimson Sun Hell.'"

As he spoke, a blood-colored sun rose, hanging in the center of this blood-red world.

Endless magic power was vaporized by the heat of the blood sun, transforming into pure force, increasing the gravity of this space.

"Uh...!"

Liel, Gray, and Hart all felt a sudden weight, nearly collapsing to the ground.

Shane and Chafne felt the same, but unlike the others, they weren't as disheveled, quickly stabilizing themselves.

Parren watched this scene unfold with a chilling laugh.

On his person, an aura far surpassing that of Liel and the others emerged.

Level, one hundred.

This man, was truly a Limit Level super powerful being.