"This is your end," Azmodeus said simply.
With one final swing, he unleashed a wave of energy that swept across the battlefield, annihilating the remaining forces in an instant. The ground quaked, the air burned, and when the light finally faded, nothing remained of the Nine Evil Yin army but ash.
High above, a single figure observed the carnage with narrowed eyes. The faint laughter of the Nine Evil Yin Sovereign's secret spy, Ling Chao, echoed across the battlefield, filled with equal parts amusement and menace.
"Impressive, Azmodeus," the voice said, its tone cold. "But this is far from over. Enjoy your victory while you can."
Azmodeus lowered the cleaver, his expression unchanging. "Why don't you fight me now?" he asked softly, a faint grin crossing his lips. "I could use another punching bag."
"...Brother… Why are you…?"