"I am not resigned.
I'm not resigned at all.
Why did it end up like this?
Why can you humans become so strong?
We are obviously much better than you..."
Baal knelt on both knees, the black magic power that composed him quietly slipping away from his body uncontrollably.
Yang Yu gazed at the dissipating Baal, not putting away his sword but cautiously watching from the side, casually answering Baal's question:
"No need to doubt it. There's definitely the help of the goddess involved.
Because of the various conveniences she provided, we can become so strong now.
But the hardships and challenges we've faced along this path are not fake either.
You demons, you were also very weak at the beginning.
To defeat the angels, you suffered a lot before becoming so strong."
Baal was at a loss for words. If he hadn't chosen betrayal back then, would he have come to a different end today?
No one could give Baal an answer.
