Boom!
While Solam and Demogorgon had been talking nonsense, things over there had already more or less wrapped up. Naturally, some demon lords could take on ten thousand alone—Demogorgon, for instance. Numbers meant absolutely nothing to him; unless someone of his own rank held him back, no amount of fodder would matter.
Unfortunately, even in a perilous place like the Abyss, such monsters were exceedingly rare. There were only a handful in total, and Talzax was clearly not among them. Perhaps he had possessed such strength back when he fought Obox-ob for the title, but now...
It was only because Obox-ob had wounded him too severely back then that this mighty figure, who had once shaken the entire Abyss, could now only be bullied in shallow waters. Not to mention that Solam had given him a flail strike. The power of the divine artifact Flail of Ages was enough to make even Demogorgon at his peak cough up blood by the gallon. Talzax's half-ruined body could only suffer further injury.
Under such unfavorable circumstances, Talzax had already done remarkably well to hold out for so long against the demon elite led by the lord-level Sanguinius.
As Talzax fell amid endless curses and hatred, Solam turned back with a disdainful smile.
"Tell me, was there really any need for me to deal with trash like that personally?"
Solam said this to the rambling Demogorgon.
Aameul and Hethradiah both fell completely silent, because Solam made a lot of sense! Talzax's reputation might have sounded terrifying, but there was not much of his true strength left. In the present-day Abyss, trash like him was at most lower-tier—he was not even as strong as Kostchtchie, the Lord of Wrath whom Solam had once killed!
And what about Solam, who had inherited their power? If