Solam still left. After saying goodbye, he departed with such decisiveness that it could practically be called fleeing in panic. He had no choice; he had to leave. For one thing, he really could not hold up against Malcanthet, that vixen. No man liked to admit he could not go on, but no matter how hard he forced himself, he had to consider reality. Malcanthet was no ordinary woman. No matter how strong a man was, he could never defeat her in that regard. Her desire was endless, and while Solam had hundreds of billions of tadpoles, they were ultimately finite. More importantly, his kidneys could not take it.
For another, Solam had matters of his own to attend to. The Queen of Chaos had once again sent someone to contact him.
This meeting with the Queen of Chaos was somewhat special, so Solam himself had to be present.
When Solam left, the battle between Obox-Ob and Demogorgon was still ongoing. Both sides seemed to have completely forgotten that they were on Graz'zt's territory, and the fighting only grew fiercer. However, in Solam's view, the battle would ultimately end with Obox-Ob retreating.
The reason was simple: Obox-Ob was no match for Demogorgon, in every sense of the phrase. Obox himself was slightly weaker than Demogorgon, and so were his subordinates. The Ancient Demons Obox had created were indeed powerful, but their numbers were always at an absolute disadvantage. More importantly, Demogorgon had deep reserves.
Throughout the entire Abyss, Demogorgon's elite forces were unquestionably number one in both quantity and quality. There was no doubt about that. What made others even more despairing was that these elites had all stood the test of time and were absolutely loyal to Demogorgon. The worthless disloyal ones had long since been purged during those