Although the three Demons were shocked, they still crossed the Void to arrive before Satan.
"Master, that Lord…"
The Demon stuttered out his words, then stopped speaking.
"Speak, what is it?"
Satan's voice was gloomy as he spoke.
"That Lord requests your presence."
After the Demon spoke, he felt a cold sweat break out all over his body.
The only person who dared to speak to Master Satan like this was probably God himself. Could it be that this Lord was even more terrifying than God?
"He wants to see me?"
Satan slowly removed his hood, revealing his aged face.
Then, with a wave of his sleeve, he took off his gray robe and replaced it with a red robe imprinted with a demon scythe.
"Master, what is this?"
The Demon curiously asked, aware that their Lord had never changed his clothes in tens of thousands of years.
"This is a day worth commemorating; I must dress formally."
Satan murmured, then his figure vanished.
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