Without the protection of the scorching light, the entire Golden Palace was filled with flesh and blood. Bologue guessed that the corpse of King Solomon sitting on the throne should have been completely devoured by now. Thinking of this, Bologue felt somewhat regretful as he had always wanted to admire that great existence... even if it was just his corpse.
"I know, I know, but before that, you must leave the Ether realm," Leviathan pushed Bologue's shoulder, "otherwise, you might not be able to leave anytime soon."
Bologue had an inkling of what Leviathan intended to do. Bologue's own battle had ended, but Leviathan's had not. Everything that was happening now was just the prelude to the conflict. The devils had already torn off their masks, and there was no need to maintain that false friendliness.
