The Dark Grand Archmage's figure left an afterimage in the air. Ang had thought he was going to aid Tutakasa and had even secretly guessed that the two sides might share some unknown pact.
But to his surprise, the black-robed figure suddenly shuddered. Ink-black magical power condensed into a long blade and stabbed straight toward Tutakasa's back.
"You!" Tutakasa's eyes turned bloodshot as he spun around and blocked it.
Yet the fierce dark impact still exploded against his shoulder, forcing him half a step back.
The three angels were all stunned by the sight. Clearly, none of them had expected the Dark Grand Archmage to turn against them at this moment.
A low roar rumbled from Tutakasa's throat, and his gaze was so savage that it seemed ready to devour everything.
He suddenly threw back his head and roared, "Tutataab! We can only join forces now! Otherwise, we'll all die here today!"
On the ground, Tutataab, who had earlier been ravaged into a battered state by the Cloud of Chaos, lay sprawled among the rubble with his eyes closed, his breath barely perceptible.
Even after hearing Tutakasa's shout, he gave no response, as if he had truly fallen unconscious.
Ang frowned slightly, his gaze falling on the massive Demon.
This guy? he sneered inwardly.
With Tutataab's cunning and resilience, how could he have passed out so easily? He was probably holding back, waiting for everyone else to exhaust themselves first.
At that moment, the four human Fourth-tier experts were slowly closing in.
Their movements were cautious, but they carried an air of certainty.
"I have to admit, this Ang is formidable." Fisher's gaze fell on Ang, carrying a trace of chill but also a reluctant hint of admiration.
"He actually tortured Tutataab into this state without using a magic array."