After years of hellish warfare, the Golden Rakshasa's experience today was even more terrifying than the battles he had fought within Hell itself.
The felt hat elder was cursed to death, the Hell Serpent torn alive into several pieces. This image of the Emperor was too grand, supremely fierce, and cruel, so he killed everyone.
"Retreat!"
The Golden Rakshasa was keenly aware that if they did not flee now, they would all perish here. Although the King had laid out many defenses within the four city gates, the most formidable opponents were still in the central city area.
He could fight no more; he did not want to make a futile sacrifice.
At once, within the Southern City Gate, the power of transmission that pierced the heavens and earth was activated, having laid out a great Void formation in advance, so it would allow for escape when resistance became impossible.
Otherwise, the Golden Rakshasa and the others would not have dared defend at the city gate.
