Before long.
The three dragons returned to the battlefield.
They looked at the devil corpses carpeting the ground and the mingled red and green blood.
They smelled the thick, foul stench of blood.
Yet the devil army and the dragons who had been fighting were nowhere to be seen.
Only a few hundred living devils remained on the battlefield.
They rested on a relatively clean patch of wasteland, panting with exhaustion written across their faces.
Among them were the Pit Fiend Lawrence, along with some intermediate- and high-ranking devils.
There was also a group of Boar-Pigfolk and Demonized Descenders.
"Damn it! That bastard Baz got away!
My Abyss Flame Stones! My Netherworld Spirit Fruit!"
Seeing this scene, the Red Dragon Whelp Gordon knew exactly what had happened.
He roared in frustration.
"Looks like he ran away.
Abel and the others aren't here either.
Did they go after him?"
Xiluo swept his gaze around and spoke.
After he finished saying this.
The many devils who had been resting came over ahead of the Demonized Descenders and Boar-Pigfolk.
The Pit Fiend at their head said gratefully:
"Xiluo! My ally!
I will never forget your help this time!
From now on, you will be my eternal friend-the eternal friend of Lawrence Moyuan!"
Becoming eternal friends with a devil?
Why did that sound so strange?
Xiluo muttered inwardly.
Outwardly, however, he said with a cheerful smile:
"Hahaha! Lord Lawrence, what are you saying?
Haven't we always been the best of friends?
Helping you this time was only natural."
"The best of friends.
That's right!
We've always been the best of friends!
Still, I have you to thank for your help this time, Lord Xiluo.
I truly never expected it.
That bastard Baz actually made his move before I did.
He even gathered three powerful