"With strength and battle sense like that, you can still call yourself a Hell Lord?" Robet kept charging at Satannish's body, swinging his fists, driving Satannish back step by step as blood sprayed everywhere. Under these circumstances, Robet's dissatisfaction with Satannish became even more obvious.
It was not that Robet was too arrogant. The main thing was that when he first arrived between dimensions, Robet had not thought he would be fighting a powerful enemy, especially when Dorthai, a Hell Lord who was not particularly strong, appeared. Robet had even felt that he probably would not need to make a move.
But just when Robet thought he would not run into an opponent, Satannish, who had been able to cultivate a Hell Lord like Dorthai, made his entrance. He had looked so imposing that the fighting spirit in Robet's body had surged up in an instant.
Yet who could have known that even if Satannish's strength was mediocre, his battle sense was truly far too poor? It could even be said that among the many Hell Lords Robet had encountered, Satannish's battle sense was already near the very bottom.
Perhaps this was because Satannish had put all his attention into cultivating Dorthai? But had Mephisto not likewise put his attention into schemes and contracts? Mephisto's battle sense had never fallen behind...
"..." Satannish was truly sorry for failing to let Lord Saiyan enjoy himself!
At this moment, Satannish looked extremely wretched, and his heart was full of resentment. In the Hell Dimension, he no longer knew how many years it had been since he had experienced something like this.
Ever since becoming a Hell Lord, there might have been friction between Hell Lords, but as long as a Hell Lord did not suffer some accident and did not reveal his