The maid squad is too strong, what use is there for me, the Demon King?

The powerful magical shockwave from the collision spread throughout the secret realm in an instant, raising clouds of dust that blotted out the sky.

When the smoke and dust cleared, the angel's exquisite face was revealed, and she looked perfectly fine.

So, does that mean the angel was unharmed after taking a hit from the desire for knowledge and truth and from the demon Thurt?

Gray secretly observed the situation.

They are all tenth-tier life forms, and angels who use light-attribute magic have a strong advantage over demons, so the situation should be unfavorable to the demons.

But why does that demon look so smug?

The angel soared high, raising his sword to the sky, and light-attribute magic gathered beneath it.

"Disrupting the Holy Light Pilgrimage, such a sacred ritual, deserves to be punished!"

The angel's angry voice rang out, and the believers of the Holy Light Church below immediately knelt down after the angel appeared, clasped their hands together, and touched their foreheads to the ground, showing their piety.

A surge of excitement flashed in the Pope's eyes. He slowly stepped forward, knelt down, and greeted the angel with the utmost reverence. His voice trembled, yet he spoke with unwavering conviction: "Praise be to the Almighty Lord, your messenger has descended to earth, bringing boundless glory."

"Jie Jie Jie!"

The demon let out such an evil laugh.

Good heavens, is this enough to feed several Soul Hall elders?

Hearing the devil's laughter, the angel's exquisite face showed displeasure.

"That laugh is truly awful." Without another word, he swung his longsword, conjuring a projection of a giant lightsaber, and slashed down with surging light-attribute magic.

The demon griffin gripped its claws tightly, slowing the speed of its lightsaber strikes. Then, the demon flapped its wings and leaped away, disappearing from the lightsaber's attack range.

"How impatient..." The demon suddenly spoke in human language, without uttering the obscure and incomprehensible tones of the demonic language.

His voice was like an echo from the abyss, hoarse, evil, and terrifying.

It wasn't just a simple sound wave, but a vibration that could penetrate the soul, sending chills down one's spine the moment one heard it.

The angel clearly had no intention of continuing to communicate with the demon. With a flap of its giant wings, it chased after the demon, its sharp sword wind pointing directly at it.

Despite the fierce attacks, the demon showed no signs of fatigue. Instead, it dealt with the angel's offensive with ease, even speaking human language.

"As expected, as long as we appear outside the prison, you angels will definitely show up and try to punish us." The demon was still chuckling. "Even among tenth-order life forms, there are differences. You little thing who hasn't been at the tenth order for long, you really dare to challenge me!"

The demon spread its wings and took flight, its pupils radiating a sinister aura.

"I've been locked up for so long and can't get revenge on that guy, so I'll use you as a scapegoat!"

Having said that, he leaped at the angel, and an epic battle ensued between heaven and earth, among the clouds.

The angel's halo shone with pure light, and its wings spread in the air like endless white flames, illuminating the surrounding darkness.

The demon is a dark shadow, its wings like a curtain of night, exuding a suffocating aura of evil. Its eyes, like burning smoke, gleam with cunning and cruelty.

Angels and demons clashed in the sky, creating magnificent trails. The angels' swords slashed through the air, leaving behind dazzling streaks of light; each strike was imbued with divine power, attempting to dispel the darkness emanating from the demons.

The demon retaliated with lightning speed, its claws leaving trails of black smoke in the air, each strike filled with a destructive desire, attempting to tear apart the angel's halo.

Their battle caused extraordinary phenomena in the heavens and earth. Thunder rolled through the clouds, lightning ripped through the night sky, winds rose and clouds surged, and the world changed color.

The humans below all looked up at the great battle in the sky. Both the Church of Holy Light and the Demon Order seemed to have forgotten the fighting, their expressions fanatical as they stared intently at the scene above.

In fact, most people present could only see the aftershocks of the battle. Only five people were qualified to see the details of the battle clearly: Pope Augustine, Dean Alejandro, the Archbishop of the Desire for Knowledge and Truth faction, Gray, and Ipsilon.

Alec watched intently as each clash between angels and demons occurred, his heart filled with intense excitement.

He has been stuck at the ninth level for a long time, but there is still no hope of breaking through.

As life slipped away and his end drew ever closer, he found peace.

A ninth-order human can live for hundreds of years. Having lived for so long, he doesn't have much fear of death. He just wants to spend his last days in peace.

When he received Reginald's assignment, he was very unhappy that his retirement life would be disturbed again, and that an old man who already had one foot in the grave would have to do all sorts of things.

But he couldn't disobey the king's orders, so he reluctantly came to work for Reginald.

I never imagined that in my old age I would witness such a breathtaking scene, watching two level-ten life forms clash live!

Both the Pope and the archbishop wore expressions of fanaticism, but they were directed at different people, with the archbishop's expression being even more frenzied.

Ipsilon looked up at the battle above, occasionally stealing a glance at Gray.

I'm still far from being good enough; I'm simply not qualified to become Lord Shadow's power.

Gray watched with great interest the clash between the angels and the demons.

He has always been interested in this kind of high-level combat, but he has been frustrated by the fact that he cannot find an opponent of this caliber in the present world.

As for Bai Lin... I always felt she was lacking something...

No, Gray had already put it very tactfully; he actually thought that White Scales wasn't just lacking "a little," but was completely unworkable.

Bai Lin: I'm sorry, I didn't let Lord Demon Shadow have his fill...

Sensing the magical fluctuations generated by the battle above, Gray assessed the gap between himself and these two tenth-tier creatures.

Hmm... I can beat them all.

Speaking of which, among all the Demon Kings throughout history, has there ever been one who reached the tenth level?

The answer is no.

With the martial arts skills passed down from his previous life and the Demon King's legacy in this life, Grey Brandt's power has reached an incredibly terrifying level.

Gray himself wasn't quite sure where his limits lay.

Judging from this, this year's brave adventurers are facing a challenge of hellish difficulty.

Brave Squad: Are we really going to fight Grey Brant?

The current hero team is dragging their exhausted bodies, their eyes lifeless.

First the demon cult, then the demon king, then demons and angels—they felt that the fright they had experienced that day far exceeded the sum of all their past experiences.

Philippa's eyes were vacant: "So being a hero is this tiring...?"