"The Hell Dimension's offensive doesn't seem all that powerful, does it?" Doom, who was watching the battle, had a doubtful gleam in his eyes. In his view, although the Hell Dimension's side had gained some advantage, it did not seem as formidable as he had imagined.
Most importantly, Doom could see that quite a few dimensional powerhouses had already begun to counterattack. The auras on these powerhouses kept swelling, to the point that Doom felt terrified even from the sidelines.
Doom knew that even with his current strength, if he strayed into that battlefield, he would undoubtedly die—and without even the slightest ability to resist.
Because of that, Doom felt that perhaps these dimensional powerhouses did not lack a chance of victory. Especially since the number of dimensional powerhouses was clearly greater than that of the Hell Dimension Lords.
"These Hell Dimension Lords haven't used their full strength at all. Or rather, they're deliberately holding back right now," Robet slowly shook his head and explained softly.
"Holding back? Why? Aren't they trying to wipe out these dimensional powerhouses in one fell swoop?" Doom's expression grew even more puzzled when he heard this. He did not quite understand why the Hell Dimension Lords would do such a thing.
If these Hell Dimension Lords could end the battle quickly, why would they drag things out? Were they not worried that the longer they delayed, the more likely unexpected complications would arise?
"Because they want to reap even more!" Robet said with some emotion. "I have to say, the Hell Dimension Lords really are the greediest bunch. They're even greedier than those dimensional powerhouses..."
"Reap even more? Even if the other dimensional powerhouses who didn't enter Mephisto's territory have an agreement with these people, they wouldn't really live and die together with them,