"Long live the Black-Robed Mage!"
As the situation gradually stabilized, the people breathed a sigh of relief, their hearts filled with gratitude toward the Black-Robed Mage. Without a doubt, he had saved the world again.
But come to think of it, where had the Black-Robed Mage gone? Was there an even stronger enemy he had to deal with?
Inside the sealed Small Space, Andrew swung his spear. A fan-shaped wave of energy swept across everything ahead, reducing all the fear monsters to ash amid their screams.
Then Andrew sneered at the Serpent. "Serpent, there are fewer and fewer fear monsters. It'll be your turn soon."
The Serpent looked grim. As the disasters gradually subsided, the fear force coming from Earth rapidly diminished, causing the number of fear monsters to plummet.
The problem was that the Serpent was no match for the Mechanical Demon King. This Mechanical Demon King was even more terrifying than the rumors suggested.
"Everything went downhill the moment the Mechanical Demon King appeared."
The Serpent sighed and used Dream Magic to ask the Nightmare Demon King, "Nightmare Demon King, don't you have any other tricks?"
"We've done everything we can. Serpent, we've lost this battle. Retreat."
The Nightmare Demon King said helplessly, "Lucifer says today's battle was only a prelude. The decisive battle will be in Asgard."
"Retreat?"
The Serpent hesitated. Andrew and Odin had sealed this place off. Retreating would exact an enormous price, reducing his strength to its lowest ebb. Recovering fully afterward would be no easy task.
Just then, Lucifer's voice rang out. "Don't worry. I'll help you recover your strength. Retreat first.
"And remember to bring Hela with you. If you want revenge, she's indispensable."
"Fine."
After some thought, the Serpent gritted his teeth and agreed. He had no choice. The Mechanical Demon