C821 A Slaughter Game

The Energy Flood, fueled by the power of hundreds, was formidable, yet it paled in comparison to a Half Saint Sovereign. For Satan, it was akin to the mild annoyance of scratching an itch through his boots, barely inflicting any real harm.

Unfazed, Satan strolled through the oncoming Destruction Flood. With a casual lift of his hand and a clench in the air, the space before him imploded