Duke Moravia looked at the two of them and said, "Go."
Angus and Ankrol exchanged glances. After reaching a basic understanding, they entered the sea and attacked the Balrog Flame Demon, who was in a furious state.
Miserandor stood in the distance, watching the battle ahead, uncertain whether she should step forward.
"You go too."
Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded beside her ear. Miserandor looked up and saw Sir Kyle nodding at her.
Seeing this, Miserandor spread her four pairs of wings and joined the battlefield.
Within the Spatial Cage, the Balrog Flame Demon felt deeply humiliated.
Faced with the attacks of three ants, he could only use less than one hundred-thousandth of his strength to fight them.
Just one step away, yet his path ahead had been completely sealed off.
Outside the battlefield, Kyle and Duke Moravia watched everything unfold without saying a word, merely observing in silence.
As the battle of attrition continued, the Balrog Flame Demon grew increasingly furious.
"Roar—"
With a furious roar, the Balrog Flame Demon burned part of his soul to forcibly summon his servants from his shadow.
In an instant, the battlefield froze.
From within the shadows, nine figures radiating decay and corruption slowly rose.
Upon seeing these nine enemies forcibly summoned by the Balrog Flame Demon, Angus, Ankrol, and Miserandor all tacitly retreated tens of thousands of meters, opening up sufficient distance.
The Balrog Flame Demon turned to look at the servants he had summoned at the cost of part of his soul. Sure enough, their strength had been sealed below the Legendary level.
These nine Soul Blighter servants had been forged from the souls of Native Legendaries, and they were also one of his true body's most important trump cards.
Unfortunately, he had fallen victim to the God of Holy Blood's