C902 The Identity of the Fiendish Devil

Those who had never laid eyes on the corpse of the Demon God could never fathom the Son of Demons' profound shock.

It's akin to standing on Earth, gazing up at the moon, perceiving it as no larger than a silver platter. Yet, as you draw closer, mere tens of kilometers away, you'd realize that the platter spans the sky, its vastness immeasurable, filling your entire field of vision