Karzarano's entrance was cool to the extreme. Even Solam's eyes lit up when he saw it. He could breathe fire too—why had he never thought of making an entrance like that before? It was simply too cool!
But among everyone present, perhaps only the carefree Solam would still care about whether someone else's entrance was flashy at a time like this. Everyone else was terrified, especially the demon goblins.
Other demons might not have known much about Karzarano, but as Fat G's subordinates, they had personally witnessed the Abyssal dragon's rampages! Whenever this monster was deployed, aside from killing any fools who dared disrupt the order of the Three Tyrants, it would also burn countless unlucky bystanders to death!
Quite a few demon goblins had already made it onto that list of unlucky victims!
Once this thing began attacking, it was absolute destruction, and it never cared whether it hit allies by mistake.
A large-scale rout began. First, Fat G's demon goblins fled. Then even Tulakuka's demon army began to run. Karzarano might have been their reinforcements, but its entrance was simply too domineering. Of the people killed by that breath attack, it was hard to say which side had lost more.
Thus, without exception, demons from both sides frantically ran toward wherever they considered safe. Even Solam's demons were no exception.
"Master!!!" Fat G's greatest fear had come to pass. He knew Karzarano's terrifying reputation all too well, and he himself had contributed to it. Over the years, in order to reduce Karzarano's appearances and pay less in appearance fees, Fat G had spread plenty of tales about Karzarano's terror. It had originally been a very cost-effective strategy—the more terrifying Karzarano seemed, the fewer people would cause trouble. The fewer people caused trouble, the better his business would be.