587 Scorched Lord

Scorched Hell, Supreme Throne.

"My lord, Blackhand already set off for Devil Town… to get in touch with Young Master." A Fallen Angel with black wings gave his report to the supreme existence on the throne.

"No need to call him Young Master. He might not necessarily recognize me as his grandfather."

Diross' deep voice echoed, "He will become Feinan's hero. The Scorched Hell isn't affiliated with him."

The Fallen Angel wanted to say something, but hesitated.

He didn't understand what kind of agreement that exceptional man had reached with the former Scorched Lord in order to gain his entire inheritance and all his forces. And since Diross supposedly decided to discard everything in the mortal world, why would he still treat this heir so favorably?

Moreover, he generously gifted the best bloodline of the missing Molten Archdevil and kept defending the boy secretly.

This was a great challenge for the Scorched Hell.