When Paths Cross, the Madman Wins!

"Brat?" Hearing Damian's words, Robet's mouth nearly twitched out of control for a moment. Though Robet knew Damian's true age was definitely many times greater than his own, the Damian before him was, after all, in the form of a three-year-old child. Hearing him say something like that gave Robet an overwhelming sense of contradiction.

"No need. Once you kill me, they'll naturally make their move." But with a great enemy before him, Robet had no time to dwell on such things. Because although Damian looked childish now, his strength was absolutely real—far greater than before. Even Robet felt tremendous pressure from him.

It could be said that Robet soloing Damian now was even harder than dealing with Damian and Lazarus combined earlier. Even though Damian had suffered some slight loss while absorbing Lazarus's Human Vessel, now that his connection to the Dark Dimension had been exposed, his strength had undoubtedly become even greater.

However, Robet could keenly sense that while Damian was powerful right now, he still had flaws. His power was somewhat too chaotic and disordered. Robet did not know exactly what Damian had gone through, but Damian had clearly once possessed the source powers of two different dimensions at the same time, and that had caused some conflict within his power.

When Damian had previously used the Hell Dimension's power, his aura had already been filled with darkness. Now that his connection to the Hell Dimension had been completely severed, Damian's aura had become even darker—far beyond those previous powerhouses of the Darkness Dimension, even darker than the Mask of the Dark Dimension!

With a bang, as Robet's words fell, he struck without hesitation. With Damian's current strength, Robet naturally could not allow him to seize the initiative, because that would mean it would be very difficult