The demon god coalition had been leaderless to begin with, and after arriving at the edge of the dimension, they had barely communicated with one another. Faltaris charged ahead alone, hurling himself straight at the Dark Dimension like an enormous cannonball.
His body was incomparably tough. A dragon's greatest weapon was its flesh, and the red-eyed Faltaris opened with a mutually destructive attack.
Dormammu, who had been fighting Umar, naturally noticed the situation as well. Only now did he understand what Deathstroke had been doing with the Time Stone every time he was sent flying.
Yet he still could not figure it out. The Sorcerer Supreme of the Main Dimension could not possibly afford to hire so many people. Even tearing the Main Dimension apart would not be enough, unless...
At the thought of that possibility, Dormammu's heart sank. That possibility was—Deathstroke had used the Dark Dimension as a bargaining chip in a trade!
"Damn it! You despicable insect! I@%!@#@!%!" Dormammu watched the Black Dragon King come flying at him, his entire body ablaze with energy flames and fire shooting from his eyes. He could no longer maintain any Mage-like dignity, even starting to spew curses in an ancient Earth language. "Sister, cease fire! Deathstroke betrayed you! He sold out our Dark Dimension!"
Umar's heart sank as well. Naturally, she had seen the army in the distance. In fact, she had stopped fighting the moment these demon gods appeared.
The Dark Dimension could be fought over between the siblings all they wanted; that was still a family matter. But now an outside demolition crew had arrived. The siblings had no choice but to join forces against them, or neither of them would survive.
They both knew exactly how much the Black Dragon King hated the Dark Dimension. Not to mention