"Go!" Prince Ubar waved his hand.
Even if he wasn't bound by the contract, he currently had no energy to chase that little thief.
The arrival of the Demon Prince Demogorgon, crossing from another plane, was the matter he most urgently needed to deal with.
Grazte seized the moment before Demogorgon fully entered, launching a frenzied attack.
They demonstrated with their actions what it means to destroy the heavens and the earth.
A casual strike left sword marks or whip scars on the ground, resembling the cracks left by a violent earthquake, stretching hundreds of meters long and over ten meters deep.
A simple step caused countless houses to collapse, including those magnificent crystal towers and palaces.
Even if Prince Grazte of the Ubar ultimately repelled Demon Prince Demogorgon, he would still be the one who lost miserably.
His imperial capital Zelata would suffer a devastating blow.
