Seeing Dormammu and Umar's expressions, the blackfire-wreathed pumpkin faces were full of ferocity. Su Ming knew they had to be quite satisfied.
Naturally. The Splitting Domain had brought in three-quarters of Dormammu's hundred-odd demon god neighbors. Now the sounds of "banging on the door" had blended together into an indistinguishable roar, and the entire Dark Dimension was like a ball being chased around and slapped by demon gods.
Su Ming also spotted Illyana and Satana among the army of tentacled monsters. The two of them chatted and laughed while leisurely slacking off.
Magik pressed her Soulsword against the Dark Dimension's barrier and dragged it back and forth like a saw, producing creaking sounds. Satana, meanwhile, sprayed a tiny flame from her hand and slowly roasted the barrier. The flame was so small that it would have been inadequate even for stir-frying.
But they were not the only demon gods slacking off. Even more of them were conserving their strength without any prior agreement.
After shattering the barrier, they would still have to fight over the energy. For now, let powerhouses like Faltaris lead the assault, and they could seize the benefits later.
That was the normal mindset of demon gods. Every one of them had their own little schemes, and none of them knew what unity meant.
Only a very small number of demon gods had brought out their real abilities, such as the duo Agammon and Diablo. But they were too weak. No matter how hard they fought, they were essentially just mascots.
That was why Su Ming had judged that so many people would not be able to break the Dark Dimension's barrier anytime soon: everyone was slacking off. The offensive looked like a surging tide, and all sorts of maneuvers were as fierce as tigers descending a