Hearing Belusabab's words, the Demon Monarchs looked at each other, lowering their heads silently, not daring to speak up.
Seeing this, Belusabab's expression turned sour.
He took a bite of some unknown flesh handed over by a servant succubus, his already bloated body slightly shaking, a trace of impatience flashing in his eyes:
"A bunch of useless fools! Keep searching! The area of the First Layer of Hell is just so big; can't you even find a single Hell core?"
As he spoke, he devoured the flesh in one gulp, wiped his mouth, and when reaching again for the tray in the succubus's hands, found it empty.
Belusabab frowned slightly, casting an annoyed glance at the trembling Demon Monarchs below.
"Get lost!"
He snorted coldly.
The Demon Monarchs felt as if they were granted amnesty, bowed reverently, and hurriedly retreated. This scene was noted by Belusabab, fueling his anger:
"Stop! Come back!"
The Demon Monarchs paused slightly.
Belusabab narrowed his eyes:
