The strangest thing was that Minghe's opponent had vanished.
Perhaps his true body had been injured and could no longer sustain the Divine Descent of his split soul. Or perhaps he felt this deadlock was meaningless. In any case, he disappeared.
Minghe's strike landed on empty air. She watched the warped space vanish and remained silent.
Then she turned to look at the ice demons.
A group of sea demons surrounded them.
Huchi: "???"
Seeing Huchi completely at a loss, looking weak, pitiful, and helpless, Minghe could not help but laugh.
"Demonic Nature is cold and heartless. He never cared whether you lived or died. To him, you were merely tools for achieving some goal. You should have been prepared to be cast aside."
Huchi: "..."
Understanding was one thing, but Huchi itself might not have been particularly loyal to the Devil Master. First came the crushing pressure of Demonic Nature, the submission instinct carved into its soul, followed by the natural hierarchy born of their disparity in strength. They all had their own little schemes in their bellies. Could there truly be any foolish, blind loyalty? The Devil Master regarded them as tools, but had they not likewise regarded him as a stepping stone toward their own goals?
It was only natural.
But Demonic Nature was not one of those idiots from the Land of Chaos, doing whatever it pleased and letting the wind carry it where it might.
Everything Demonic Nature did had to benefit itself. Unless it had been enraged into losing its reason, its logic was always clear. They simply could not understand what benefit there was for the Devil Master in summoning them here, then abandoning them and fleeing. They were completely dumbfounded.
"He summoned you here to besiege me. There is no doubt about