"Skadia, you dare to flee the battle?"
The demon god, already twenty thousand kilometers away, stood tall above the Firmament with a calm expression and said indifferently, "Carotis, it's not that I don't want to abandon Bogtes; it's just that the adversary is too strong."
"Any later, even I would have perished there."
Although Carotis was more powerful, this demon god was not under its command and was not very frightened by its anger.
At that moment, Tyris, who held the dark demon blade and had cut off a golden tree root, spoke indifferently, "Enough, Carotis. Once we deal with Metastat, not one of those divine kings or humans will escape."
Compared to losing one or two demon gods, it was naturally more important to exhaust Metastat and obtain the Origin of the Eternal Divine Tree.
Hum!