Eternal Night Plane.
Two o'clock the following afternoon.
A seven-colored beam descended from the sky and crashed onto the square before the castle.
When the light faded, Baal and the Mad Bull Clan under his command, who had been ready to depart, had vanished.
As for their destination, it was naturally the Sea of Ten Thousand Evils!
"Was there really any need to time it so precisely?"
Mammon complained listlessly. "What was the point of doing that?"
"Because I wanted to. What's it to you?"
Satan lifted his foot and kicked him. "Hurry up and get back to your post. Stop bothering me here."
"And remember, don't act up in front of the Holy Lord next time. Follow the rules!"
Mammon did not care about Satan's kick.
Nor did he pay any attention to what Satan had said.
He merely waved a hand dismissively. "The Holy Lord himself didn't care, so why are you worrying about nothing?"
"Besides, there's no news from Baal yet. Why should I run to the teleportation point and wait there like an idiot?"
At those words, Satan was rendered speechless with anger.
The relationship between the few of them was, in truth, more than that of mere colleagues.
Perhaps because they had spent so long together, their relationship had also become rather subtle.
They were like coworkers, brothers, and rivals all at once.
Leaving aside the four fierce generals who had already passed on, even the current four had vastly different personalities and refused to yield to one another.
Baal believed that the troops Duma commanded were nothing more than pure cannon fodder.
Duma, meanwhile, believed that Baal's subordinates were a pack of brainless brutes.
Mammon was the Dragon Protagonist type. Other than Xiao Tianyang, he respected no one.
As for Satan, he was the