'Does that guy want to bully me just because I haven't fully recovered my strength?' Grunt mused.
However, a mere fiend general was nothing to him.
"Stupid!"
As he thought, a trace of disdain appeared on his face. A crisp sound was heard as a golden spear flickered out of thin air and appeared in Grunt's firm grasp.
Oliver, who was standing not far away, was inexplicably nervous. He wanted to diffuse the situation, but he could not move as freely, so he could only watch them anxiously.
More importantly, after Oliver joined the fiend race, he was careful about everything, fearing that Archfiend Antigonus or Morticia would catch him.
Therefore, when he saw Grunt, Oliver was flustered because he and Grunt had allied to deal with Darryl, but he could not let the fiends know about it.
After all, Grunt was the Nine Heaven Emperor's right-hand man. Once the fiends knew that he had allied with the Nine Heaven Emperor's subordinate, he would suffer a miserable ending.
Oliver fixed his eyes on both sides, hoping that Damon could kill Grunt successfully.
As long as Grunt was dead, no one would know about their alliance.
However, Oliver also knew that his idea was unrealistic.
After all, he was the commander of the Imperial Sky Palace. He was powerful enough to fight stronger enemies alone, and Damon was no match for him.
"Go to hell!"
Grunt raised his golden spear. A sharp roar was heard, and then a golden light tore through the sky and stuck toward Damon.
When Damon saw the power of the golden light, his face fell, and he was a little flustered.
He had never expected that Grunt, who was not at his peak, would be able to unleash such a powerful force even though he looked so tired.
He regretted his recklessness.
However, it was too late.
The golden light was like thunder and lightning. He wanted to dodge it, but it was too late. He suffered a direct hit.
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