Though he mocked their cowardice, he was a cautious man himself.
"Fine, I'll signal Lord Gray Wolf right away. He happens to be nearby. With the two of us joining forces, we'll be invincible under heaven."
Without hesitation, he sent a signal straight to another white-robed man-and a distress signal at that.
Such signals were only sent in life-or-death crises. This fellow really was willing to spare no expense to summon help.
The other man arrived quickly, reaching the vicinity of the Primordial World before long.
The moment he saw Pella, he flew into a rage. "You bastard, why are you making a fool of me? Where's the enemy? What could possibly warrant a distress signal?"
"Don't you know the Avengers' rules? You aren't allowed to send a distress signal unless you have absolutely no other choice."
Pella snorted. "I've already sent it. What's the use of saying all this? The enemy will be here soon. He's a tough opponent, and I'm afraid I'm no match for him."
"Here's the plan: hide in the shadows and back me up."
"If I can't beat him, step in. If I can, you won't need to do anything."
He thought it was a splendid plan. It would preserve his dignity, let him show his fighting prowess, and ensure nothing could go wrong.
If the enemy really was powerful, they would have a justification, too.
The group hid in the shadows, waiting for the Demon Emperor and his companion to come to them.
In truth, hiding was utterly pointless.
The Demon Emperor could clearly sense both men's positions.
When he noticed they had stopped fleeing, the Demon Emperor laughed. "Those two little fellows have stopped running. Have they found someone to back them up, or have they closed their eyes and resigned themselves to