Onlooker

Charles could finally cut loose.

Disregarding all rules of fair play, he specifically went after the weak ones.

These viscounts had already accumulated plenty of injuries during the earlier battle.

And now, while in poor condition, they had run into Charles, a sixth-tier Demon Lord who specialized in bullying the weak.

How could any of them possibly come to a good end?

The devil viscounts exchanged glances and began communicating in secret.

One viscount said, "If this keeps up, we'll all die here."

"Rather than all of us dying, we might as well sacrifice Lord Marquis!"

Another viscount quickly agreed. "That makes sense. The Marquis is powerful enough to draw the attention of those two sixth-tier Demon Lords!"

"And if we keep fighting, that sixth-tier Demon Lord will kill us off in batches!"

"By then, Lord Marquis will still die!"

"Rather than dying then, he might as well draw the attention of the two Demon Lords now and create a chance for us to escape!"

In just a few words, these devil viscounts reached this crucial decision.

They would abandon the devil Marquis in exchange for their own survival.

And they immediately began putting it into action.

The remaining five devil viscounts swiftly fled in all directions.

How could the devil Marquis fail to understand what they were thinking? He roared unwillingly, "Don't run!"

"Come back here!"

"Scattering will only lead to death!"

"Get back here, all of you!"

If these bastards fled, how could he, a single sixth-tier being, possibly stand against two sixth-tier Demon Lords?

Once the devil viscounts fled, the devil barons below began to entertain thoughts of their own.

Fight or flee?

Did that even require any thought?

The devil barons voted with their feet, and every one of them cast the same vote.

Run!

Run