Provocation

After fighting for so long, why had Charles's wizard tower not been affected in the slightest by the severance of the magical power below?

Its firepower remained just as formidable. All manner of witchcraft continued to pour forth, leaving many devil nobles in the air wounded.

On the contrary, shielded by the Witchcraft Shield, Charles's wizard tower now had virtually no problems at all.

Gradually, a thought that nearly sent the devil marquis into a panic surfaced in his mind.

He asked in alarm, "Your wizard tower isn't using the fiery magic below as its energy source?"

Charles controlled the Abyssal Fire and smeared it across his face, smiling mysteriously. "Guess!"

"You guessed wrong. Keep fighting for another two days, and my wizard tower's magical power should be depleted!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The more Charles said this, the more the devil marquis felt that something was wrong.

But asking him to lead the other devil nobles away now was impossible.

The devil marquis roared, "Even if you have another source of energy supplying your wizard tower, I will still destroy it! I refuse to believe you can keep this up forever!"

In a wizard tower's defensive battle, no matter how abundant its core energy was, as long as the rate at which its defenses were destroyed exceeded the rate at which the Witchcraft Shield could be recast—

then the wizard tower would sooner or later be damaged by the attacks.

Charles laughed loudly. "Then fight! Let's see whether my wizard tower lasts longer, or your devil nobles do!"

Even as he fought, Charles continued urging Kolsama on.

This sixth-rank demon lord was hiding at the outskirts, watching tigers fight from the mountain.

Faced with Charles's urging, he showed no haste whatsoever.

Even though he had already formed an alliance