The Demon Prince's stubbornness would inevitably draw the attention of that great and terrifying existence.
At the thought of it, Ink Tiger's heart brimmed with fear.
It was almost impossible to resist.
No... it was simply impossible to resist.
How could two fourth-ranks possibly stand against a Heavenly Demon?
The only thing he could pray for was that the Heavenly Demon could not come, perhaps because it had been suppressed by the Pure Method or something.
Perhaps that was their only chance of victory?
But it would surely still be useless.
Because even if the Heavenly Demon could not come, could they withstand the next rollback by a third-rank?
Impossible. Even for the Demon Prince, stopping a casual move from a third-rank once had already required every ounce of his strength. There would absolutely be no chance a second time.
He thought. Vast amounts of information raced through Ink Tiger's mind, nearly making his artifact head split apart, yet even so, he could find no opportunity at all.
The trembling had spread from the tips of his claws to his entire body.
Yet the Demon Prince before him remained calm. Ink Tiger could not fathom his master's thoughts, but he could only obey.
Then, he suddenly noticed...
Wait, even the light and dust around his master had frozen.
Everything outside had stopped.
Expanding spacetime?!
Could it be the Heaven—
The thought had only just surfaced, not even taking shape, when a hand made of black flames appeared beside him and pinched Ink Tiger's jaw, gently turning his head to the side.
Beside him stood an energy body.
It could barely be called humanoid, like one of those little elemental people. Its entire body was made of black-and-white flames, and several points of light vaguely formed a face. Within them, one