Baal and the others retreated far across the sea, becoming mere spectators.
From the moment Chaugnar Fagern made his move, their mission had already ended.
Of course, continuing was not impossible.
If they wanted to expand their gains, they could do that as well.
However, if their efforts failed to resolve the trouble and instead produced the opposite effect, that would be truly disastrous.
Satan, Baal, and the others were indeed no match for them.
Xiao Tianyang probably would not punish them over such a minor mistake.
But the problem was that Eternal Night had a completely self-contained system.
Within it existed only a very special set of punishment rules.
If they made a mistake, there was no need for Xiao Tianyang to intervene.
The moment they stepped onto Eternal Night's territory, the punishment would descend directly.
No negotiation, no rebuttal, no questioning—it went straight to the point.
Otherwise, with Baal's personality, how could he possibly restrain the urge to rush in and finish them off?
Of course, although he could hold himself back for now, he could not suppress that restless heart.
"How about we drag them out?" Baal said eagerly. "I didn't get nearly enough of a fight just now."
"And if we expose the enemy's identities now..."
"With two against one, I can definitely bury Chaugnar Fagern's elite troops alive beneath the sea!"
Mammon was unexpectedly tempted by the suggestion.
However, Duma beside him analyzed the situation rationally. "That fellow Satan has always planned without leaving anything to chance."
"Before, I didn't understand why he arranged things this way."
"After all, delivering the finishing blow would have been effortless for us."
"But now, I understand why he did not let us join in."
Baal instinctively asked, "Why?"
"If we only considered ourselves, doing as you suggested would