From any angle, Firelick Carlrig's current situation was extremely awkward.
As the side that had initiated the invasion, it did not believe Mogeluo Ga Blackvein would ever regard it as a friend again. Thus, when it realized that both the Blackwater Army and itself were being targeted by the Blackvein Clan, it did not act rashly, much less provoke them. Instead, it chose the more prudent course.
Without exaggeration, Firelick Carlrig and the Blackwater Army it led were now like stray dogs. They had not only lost their camp, but also forfeited their tactical and strategic advantages. That was why it had arrived in such a miserable state.
In truth, the Blackwater Sword Saint Firelick Carlrig had very few choices left. It could only endure for the moment and wait for an opportunity to leave.
But clearly, now that the restraints of [Blackwater Dead Zone] and [Black Soul Mist] had been lifted, Mogeluo Ga Blackvein—once again supported by Blackvein Clan warriors and camp structures—would not let them off so easily.
After all, Mogeluo Ga's home-field advantage had originally been stripped away by Firelick Carlrig's schemes. It would never spare that fellow!
Of course, what Mogeluo Ga Blackvein found most troublesome and feared at the moment was no longer Firelick Carlrig and the Blackwater Army it commanded, but the greater demon within the largest cocoon of light in the distance.
It did not know how long [Demon Fusion] would take, but as the battle-hardened chieftain of the Blackvein Clan, Mogeluo Ga had encountered all manner of races and knew that this cocoon-forming method often signified some kind of transformation.
More importantly, it had personally seen the two greater demons exchange a brief conversation back-to-back before forming this cocoon of light. In other words, although it could not understand what the greater