Chapter 646: A Gang Up?

No! He can't go down like this! 

… 

When Doyle thought of all the hard work he put into growing stronger throughout the decades, centuries, and thousands of years, he began shaking chaotically. 

No one knew what catatonic thoughts flooded his mind now. 

What's going to happen to him? What will his end be? 

If… if Lord Beelzebub took him out now, doesn't this mean he too will get rebirthed into the Abyss with no memory, and will have to work hard all over again from scratch to get to where he was now? 

Doyle had never felt so weak and faint-hearted. 

This must be what mortals feel when they get 'sick.' 

It was such a foul, irking feeling that left his stomach in knots. 

Butterflies churned in there, and probably tsunamis hurled when thinking of his impending fate. 

Where can I run to? Where can he hide? 

The only way he might have a chance for any survival, is joining the camps of the enemy Underworld Princes.