In the world of Aetheria, there is one name that is feared by all. Yet, he is known more for his title, the Demon General. Whether it’s Gods or Demons, no beings dare to oppose his authority. He ruled Aetheria with an iron hand. Cities are destroyed on his whim. Countries are razed at his displeasure. This is the tale of his rise to power. This is the tale of his rise to Godhood. This is the tale of the rise of the Demon General.
Hu Ti and Dao Se were silent upon Amon's words. They then burst into laughter.
"Hahaha! The Demon Gang leader truly knows how to crack a joke," Hu Ti laughed.
"That is right! Never know you were this funny from our past interactions," Dao Se added.
Hu Ti suddenly stopped laughing. He slapped the table and exclaimed, "Junior! I still have not asked you for compensation for murdering my trusted lieutenant, Liu Lang. How dare you ask me for one?"
Amon sniggered again before he said, "Hehe. You two might have much free time to enjoy this pointless chatter, but I don't. We all know how this conversation will end. Why waste time?"
Finished speaking, Amon's hand, which was on the table, injected a strong aether into the wooden table. The table couldn't withstand the energy. It exploded.