Many Dimensional Fiendgods wore faces as dark as the bottom of a pot.
At the same time, a deep chill settled in their hearts, and their murderous intent was close to condensing into a physical substance.
Because,
Wang Ming truly could kill them.
Mephisto and Dormammu had not originally felt an overly intense murderous intent toward Wang Ming; although they wanted to strike Wang Ming down, they preferred the method of sacrificing teammates to kill him rather than jumping into the fray themselves.
Wang Ming's calling out of names just now had indeed shaken the many Dimensional Fiendgods.
However,
it also thoroughly aroused their murderous intent.
Territorial Lord Mephisto possessed extremely formidable strength, and his brain was also exceptionally useful.
He generally preferred not to use force to solve problems, often doing away with enemies through schemes and conspiracies, and he usually succeeded.
He saw that many Dimensional Fiendgods were already preparing to retreat.
"Loki must die today. If he doesn't die, we will all become lambs left for him to hunt in the future.
You also have only this one chance,
only this one chance to kill him."
Able to reach their level, not a single one of them was a fool. Even without Mephisto firing them up, they understood this logic on their own.
There was a reason they chose to run away, too.
For instance: Mephisto, who spoke with such stirring passion, had all along placed himself right in the very center of all the Dimensional Fiendgods.
If danger struck,
the one to die first would certainly not be him, Mephisto.
The many Dimensional Fiendgods understood very well that Loki, who could spot the World Heart at a glance, was a threat—he was a Dimensional Fiendgod hunter, but...
Loki's threat came from the future, while the danger