At this moment, not too far away from Bel Hermione's territory, two territories that had just appeared in two deep pits were right next to each other.
The golden behemoth lord stood on the city wall of his territory, looking at the golden behemoths that had escaped in defeat from afar. His expression was extremely unsightly.
In the situation just now, he had no choice but to use his life-saving Holy Scroll to escape, causing him to feel extremely indignant.
Moreover, the attack this time had failed. He could say that his troops had suffered heavy losses. Just the loss of his troops alone made him feel extremely miserable.
Most importantly, he had not been able to take down that territory this time. It would be a little difficult to take it down again next time.
Just as he was thinking, a fire dragon flew out from the territory at the side and headed towards his territory.