As the angels charged into the lava lake, every active volcano on both sides of the valley began erupting. The ground split apart, and countless jets of lava burst forth with tremendous force like water blasting from fire hydrants!
In an instant, one-third of the demon army was completely swallowed by lava!
Most demons did possess fire resistance, but that did not mean they could bathe in lava. In fact, aside from balors, few demons could afford to treat lava as nothing.
And this was only the beginning. When volcanoes erupted, they spewed out more than lava. Millions of tons of mud, sand, and rock were hurled into the sky by subterranean magma. While lava engulfed one-third of the demons, the other two-thirds had to endure a bombardment of falling rocks.
Eluvia and Gabb Newell could rely on their formidable strength to survive such a natural disaster without much trouble, but they lacked the power to prevent the tragedy from unfolding.
Gabb Newell in particular had nearly been driven mad by the enormous losses!
Those hobgoblin raiders were not merely his troops; they were also an important source of income! Those skilled slavers brought him endless wealth every year, yet now, huge numbers of them had died without bringing in a single copper!
For a demon goblin who regarded failing to make money as a loss, this was enough to make him want to die.
"Retreat! Retreat! Quickly! Retreat!" Gabb Newell could not allow this to continue. The way he shrieked made him look like a housewife who had spotted a mouse in the kitchen—and a plump middle-aged one at that.
"We can't retreat! Kardum must be nearby! If we retreat, we'll be giving him the perfect chance to kick us while we're down. We must stand together now! Gabb