"Dorthai, how are you this useless? Or are you deliberately holding back because you're planning something?" A voice filled with authority and heavy pressure rang out between dimensions. From within the Hell Gate, a mighty being stepped forth—it was Satannish, the one who had given Dorthai everything.
Naturally, Satannish did not trust Dorthai all that much. He also knew Dorthai understood why he had nurtured him, but Satannish did not care. The Hell Dimension was still a place where strength spoke loudest. As long as Dorthai's power never truly surpassed Satannish's, and as long as Dorthai could not undo the various arrangements Satannish had placed on him, Dorthai would never escape Satannish's grasp.
But being unable to escape did not mean Dorthai could not slack off. His earlier thoughts while inside the One-eyed Western Dragon had not been fake. Dorthai really had considered feeding himself to other Hell Lords. Even if that could not inflict any additional damage on Satannish, at the very least it would cause Satannish to lose his chance to advance.
Disgusting Satannish like that was already the most effective way Dorthai could think of to take revenge on him. It was just that, out of an instinctive reluctance to part with his life, Dorthai had never quite made up his mind to go die...
Satannish naturally knew Dorthai harbored such thoughts, so the first thing he did after appearing between dimensions was question Dorthai. Yet just as Satannish's words fell, his expression grew grave, and his gaze shifted toward a patch of empty space nearby.
"My lord, I have not been slacking off. I truly am no match for Kamar-Taj..." Dorthai failed to notice Satannish's abnormal reaction. Taking advantage of the overwhelming aura Satannish had unleashed upon appearing, which forced Constantine and Doom back, he hurriedly