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"Is this the first time for a private fight recently?"

Satan sat on the platform with a gloomy face, completely different from his usual cynical appearance.

His subordinate Yalie smiled bitterly and said:

“There have been three private fights at the Quasi-Saint level. One Quasi-Saint was seriously injured and cannot recover his fighting ability in a short period of time.

Hundreds of private fights at the Golden Immortal level have occurred, resulting in the death of two Golden Immortal warriors and the injury of fourteen others.

I did not treat their injuries as you instructed."

Ares' position under Satan is similar to that of Raphael under Yahweh.

Because both of them are proficient in recovery spells.

Satan didn't quite understand and asked:

"Are you sure you didn't find anything unusual?

Were their minds not affected by any magic, so they fought each other?

Why else would so many conflicts suddenly break out in just one year? "

Yalie nodded affirmatively:

“Absolutely not.

I have investigated their backgrounds and confirmed that they all have old grudges and that the fight was not instigated by others recently."

It has to be admitted that Hu Yi's arrangement directly hit the blind spots of Satan and Yali.

Satan believed that the only reason that could cause this group of top warriors to fight each other was because their emotions were influenced by someone else's secret method.

He never imagined that Hu Yi was just cleverly taking advantage of human nature and magnifying the conflicts among this group of people.

Especially the skills in the underworld, which focus on venting desires, make it easier for others to find weaknesses in human nature.

The same principle applies to Yale's investigation.

He only found out that this group of people had old grudges against each other, but he did not investigate in detail why the conflicts between these people suddenly broke out in the same period of time recently.

While the two were thinking, Azazel walked in quickly, saluted Satan with an unpleasant expression and said:

"My lord, it's bad, the gods are beginning to attack us!"

Satan suddenly stood up and asked in a cold voice:

"How's the battle going?"

Azazel shook his head and said:

"very bad!

The world barrier formation we set up was easily broken by the army of the divine world.

Many realm masters were killed on the spot when they fought against the enemy, without even a chance to escape."

Yalie was surprised:

"It shouldn't be!

Although most of our underworld skills have a certain quick-win effect, so that our combat power is not as good as those of the gods, this group of people should not be unable to escape, right?

Could it be that the saint took action?"

Little did they know that the people of the Color Department had already been integrated with a strange poison when they were created.

This poison is not fatal, but it will cause a certain degree of discomfort when the practitioner suddenly uses a large amount of mana.

If it were normal times, this would be nothing.

But in wartime, this slight delay is enough to cost them their lives!

Azazel shook his head and said:

"Only Michael was in the center of the army and did not take any action."

"This bunch of trash!"

Satan swung his palm and smashed a table in the distance into powder.

You must know that those who are arranged in the frontier world by the gods and the underworld are the best in their respective worlds and have extremely strong combat power.

The world masters in the rear are mostly people with connections and relatives of these powerful people. They only know how to live a life of drunkenness and dreams all day long, and their combat effectiveness is almost at the bottom among those in the same realm.

If the gods killed all these truly capable people, it would be difficult for the underworld to gather so many capable people again in tens of thousands of years!

Thinking of this, Satan looked at Hades and ordered in a cold voice:

"Since we can't defend it, then let's not defend it!

You take your men, choose a route, fight your way out secretly, and head straight to the frontier world of the divine realm.

And this time it's not about conquest, I allow you to kill.

But remember, don't kill the lower-level creatures!

Killing them is useless and a waste of time.

What you have to do is to kill as many masters as possible from the worlds under the God Realm. Do you understand?"

Hades nodded, stood up, called his subordinates, and flew out of the underworld.

Satan continued to exhort:

"Azazel, notify the troops on the front lines to avoid the enemy's attack and preserve their manpower.

As for those worlds, if that hypocrite Yehudishan likes them, let him take them.

Yalie, immediately organize the rear forces, wait for my order, and be ready to launch a counterattack at any time! "

"Yes, my lord!"

Looking at the two people's departing backs, Satan felt depressed, but he had no intention of going to the battlefield in person.

This is a tacit understanding shared by the gods and the underworld. The number of saints who go into battle on both sides must be consistent, and they are not allowed to attack creatures below the level of saints.

Since only Michael came from the divine realm, he could only send Azazel to attack.

Although he is not so fond of following the rules, the divine world has already joined forces with the prehistoric world, and the opposing camp has gained a saint-level combat power, Yang Liu Daxian.

If I don't follow the rules, that would probably be exactly what Ye Weishan wants!

"No, we can't just sit there and wait for death!

I should go to the wild world... or look for..."