“It is ordinary.” 

Those who were active in hell were burdened with all sorts of restrictions. They couldn’t escape, they couldn’t use movement skills, they couldn’t communicate over a distance, etc. The tower members even experienced the debuff where their stats dropped dramatically. They suddenly entered hell, so they didn’t have a chance to raid Hell Gao. They weren’t in a perfect condition. Therefore— 

“Hell is no big deal. It is rather trivial compared to the surface where transcendents and dragons roam,” Biban muttered nonsense. 

It was around the time when the Asura Road was closed and the heroes returned one by one. In the midst of those who felt relieved, delighted, or moved, Biban alone spoke indifferently. 

Jessica poked him in the side to make him notice, but it was useless. 

“T-That...” 

The king of the half-draconians, Bunsdel, frowned. Biban’s dismissive attitude, which was unlike everyone else who was covered in wounds or burns, was very unpleasant. The hell expedition was active, no matter how big or small. Some of them might be relatively less active, but they shouldn’t be blamed. It might be a small performance, but it was true that it was...