Hell didn't know how long it would take to regain his full power, the strength that had commanded fear in his own realm. And until he did, returning home was impossible.
He had to return.
He had a score to settle with the Hero who had struck him down in a moment of weakness and, unforgivably, stolen his wives.
The thought of that betrayal, of that theft, fuelled a cold, burning rage deep within him, a stark contrast to the casual indifference he usually showed the world.
Ye Yang, having stumbled aside, watched the impossible scene unfold.
He saw Hell, who had become more mysterious to him, casually punch a ten-foot-tall demon hard enough to send it flying.
The demon roared, a sound like grinding stone and tearing metal, as its massive body scrambled back to its feet.
The force of Hell's casual punch had been devastating. Half of its already grotesque body was clearly dislocated, twisted at an unnatural angle.
