"Let's go and take a look." Yasen saw the fourth-ring Horned Demon fall and smiled, waving his hand. He and Lor turned into a great Fireball, rushing toward the spot where the Horned Demon had fallen.
Once they arrived above the Horned Demon's head, he dispelled the Fireball and looked at the charred body of the Horned Demon, which was bound by strands of firelight. He gently raised his right hand.
"Creak—"
The strands of soft firelight that had originally restrained the Horned Demon turned into blades about halfway, gradually sinking into the Horned Demon's skin, flesh, and bones, as if to slice it into thousands of pieces.
"Within the body of every fourth-ring creature, there are more or less some good things. I suppose these Abyss Lords are no exception."
