The avatars of the Great Demons exchanged flickering glances. Of course they understood what the Lord of Crimson meant, but under these circumstances, even if they gave it their all, wearing the Firstborn of God down and killing him here was nothing more than wishful thinking.
Even if their true bodies descended, they could certainly win, but against a human who could break through the boundaries between realms at any moment, their combined strength would probably not be enough to stop him if he truly wanted to escape.
At that moment.
Thoughts of retreat had already begun to take root in their minds.
"Sorry, Lord of Crimson. We have little interest in a battle we cannot win. You're on your own. We cannot help you with the fighting from here on."
They exchanged glances, and without giving the Lord of Crimson a chance to speak, they instantly fled into the distance.
They were very wise.
More importantly, they understood the situation before them. The Great Demons of the Spirit Realm were by no means natural allies, and there was absolutely no need for them to suffer injury over a laughable covenant.
More importantly still, they harbored a deeper intention.
Because if the Lord of Crimson was killed by Firstborn in this battle.
That would not necessarily be a bad thing for them.
The Nine Realms were vast, but some of their most important nodes were occupied by more powerful Great Demons. If the Lord of Crimson died here, they could devour her legacy piece by piece. After all, they knew perfectly well that someone like the Firstborn of God would never deign to compete with them for power and profit in the Nine Realms.
"Come back! Get back here!"
The Lord of Crimson cried out urgently.
But it had no