Chapter 587 - 523: The Devil’s Roadblock Fortress
Disguising herself was not difficult for Melina, just a switch of her sealed helmet and an addition of shapeshifting.
After all, as long as no one could recognize her real face, it didn’t matter if people realized it was a disguise.
According to Cambion, hiding one’s identity in Hell was quite normal. Which devil wasn’t heavily in debt? Others owed the devils, and the devils owed the greater devils... Thus, disguising oneself was a common affair.
There was a saying in Hell, "A devil that doesn’t lend isn’t a successful devil, a devil that doesn’t evade debts is a dead devil."
When Melina transformed back into a Drow Elf, she felt completely immersed in her role, casting different gazes towards the Cambions.
"Humph, despicable male, lead the way. Our target is the Blood River Battlefield!"
Melina summoned her Whispering Tree Warhorse and galloped into the endless wasteland.
She trampled over countless broken specters trapped in the wilderness, paying them no heed. Cambion and the remaining Cambions could only spread their wings and follow, not daring to slacken.
Out of the thirteen Cambions, only eleven were still alive, as two had turned into zombies.
Originally, only the first one who lied was killed.