Demon Emperor Daochen struck at Pella without hesitation, seizing the initiative. This fellow definitely had some means of escape.
But he probably needed time to prepare it.
To keep him from escaping, it was better to strike first and gain the upper hand.
Pella clearly sensed that the Demon Emperor was targeting him, and he grew frantic.
"Damn it, Gray Wolf, just trust me! If this keeps up, both of us are going to die!"
Gray Wolf's eyes flickered. He, too, could see that the Demon Emperor was targeting Pella. Clearly, the Demon Emperor intended to catch them both in one net and give neither of them any chance to escape.
The Demon Emperor's actions also made him hesitate.
What should I do?
Gray Wolf remained indecisive.
What he did not realize was that he had a flaw in his character: whenever a critical moment arrived, he could never make up his mind. It was precisely this indecision that repeatedly landed him in danger.
Had he been decisive, perhaps one of them would have escaped long ago.
While he hesitated, Demon Emperor Daochen had already severed one of Pella's arms.
Under the Demon Emperor's relentless attacks, Pella was at his wits' end.
The gulf between them was enormous. Demon Emperor Daochen's strength and speed utterly overwhelmed him.
Under these circumstances, Pella had no power to fight back.
Gray Wolf had been trying to hold the Demon Emperor in check from the side.
At the sight of this, he turned and fled. To a powerhouse like him, benevolence, righteousness, and morality were utterly useless.
As long as he could stay alive, nothing else mattered.
Now that things had reached such a critical point, he could not possibly yield his chance of escape to Pella.
Everyone called him stupid, but Gray Wolf's