Four against two—the battle turned in an instant.
The two Greater Demons who had been so arrogant before suddenly found themselves in a difficult position.
Of Charles's four demons, aside from Kaseron, whose strength was somewhat lacking, the other three were all fairly formidable.
The six Greater Demons fought fiercely in the sky.
Very quickly, one of the enemy Greater Demons was wounded, most of his body torn apart.
At that point, he wanted to flee, but Charles's demons had no intention of letting him escape. Instead, they pursued him closely.
One Greater Demon cried out, "My lord, save me!"
Seeing this, Zarlos, who had been waiting for the battle on the mountain, not only showed no hurry to go support them.
Instead, he retreated, seemingly intending to pack up his belongings and flee.
As Zarlos packed, he muttered, "Something's wrong!"
"Why does this feel like they're trying to lure me out?"
"Could there be other demons hiding in the shadows?"
Balors were all clever. Zarlos had already amassed plenty of resources here.
His strength had also improved compared to before, so this Balor felt there was nothing wrong with running away.
So what if his Greater Demon subordinates died? He could just capture more later.
"Hehehe!"
"As long as I still have my strength and my resources!"
"Would I be afraid of not being able to capture other Greater Demons as subordinates?"
The Greater Demon in the air was practically about to be beaten to death, yet Zarlos still had no intention of coming out to help.
Charles frowned at this and stared toward Zarlos's position.
He muttered, "Is this guy planning to run?"
The next moment, Charles saw Zarlos carrying a heap of gemstones on his back, trying to flee in another direction.
Charles's eyes widened, and he