Three demons surrounded the second prince in the center, and attacks came from all directions.
Yem swung out a short, broad, giant hand, striking the second prince heavily in the abdomen.
Taking advantage of the moment when the second prince staggered backward, Lightton swiftly attacked, throwing a powerful punch at him.
Although Pukki's consciousness was blurred, he still maintained a fighting stance.
Like someone grumpy in the morning, it suddenly stretched out its dog leg and kicked the Second Prince, who had transformed into a minotaur, hard in the knee.
Two fists are no match for the fierce attack of four hands and two feet, and the second prince was forced to retreat step by step under the onslaught of the group.
The nobles, who were slumped on the ground, stared in disbelief at the battle, their expressions blank, as if they had turned into wooden or clay sculptures.
Even the elves who had been taken far away by Kokot were filled with astonishment as they watched the demons fight before them.
Unlike the others, Leah shrank back and desperately tried to burrow into Gwen's arms.
Her heart was in turmoil, and her cheeks flushed red like ripe apples.
Oh no, another demon has arrived. This is truly a disgrace to the Clavner family.
Helpless, Gwen could only hold Leah and gently stroke her head to comfort her.
Seeing that the battle was going well, Kokot, in high spirits, lay down on a cloud, set off his elven brethren, and flew to Victor's side to watch the show:
"So, you've been preparing for this day all along?"
The sudden appearance of so many demons was clearly no coincidence, especially these primordial demons.
Kokot wasn't a useless person either; after all, she was an elf who had lived for hundreds of years.
Although she spent most of her time sleeping, she was still quite knowledgeable.
Normally, encountering even one primordial demon would be like winning the lottery, but now so many demons have suddenly appeared.
If you were to call it a coincidence, probably no one would believe it.
Waves of air surged up and exploded outwards in all directions.
As the wind continued to ruffle the hem of his trench coat, Victor began to explain calmly:
"Demons are attracted to each other."
In conclusion, they were all attracted by the Second Prince, who had transformed into a new demon, and Yem, and had nothing to do with Viktor.
Koko rolled his eyes at Viktor.
Only you would believe what you say; who else would take your words seriously?
Of course, under the pressure of Viktor's power, those nobles would probably believe Viktor's nonsense.
Moreover, she probably realized it too.
Victor seems to be planning to gather all the demons.
However, Cocotte didn't understand.
Why hasn't Viktor taken action yet to end this farce sooner?
In her mind, if Victor wanted to make a move, even if the Second Prince possessed demonic power, he would probably have already been defeated by Victor's powerful magic in one blow.
One isn't enough? Then let's have another one.
But just now, Victor only cast a simple fifth-tier spell, and it only hit his own spy.
Aside from the three demons taking turns beating the Second Prince, Victor never intervened.
And there's something Kokote isn't sure if he should say.
She always felt that the second prince in front of her was a bit silly.
Does he really think he can easily deal with Viktor with his limited strength?
The Battle of Padarlumbu was broadcast live worldwide.
Want to be Viktor's enemy?
At the very least, one should first assess whether one's own strength is sufficient to withstand the calamity.
Just then, the eldest prince, pale-faced and somewhat distraught, also walked over from the side.
He looked up at the scene of Oweiser being brutally beaten by the three demons, a hint of conflict flashing in his eyes.
Finally, the eldest prince sighed and relaxed his furrowed brows.
Seeing the somewhat dejected Crown Prince approach, Kokot took the initiative to greet him:
"Hey, little golden man."
Upon hearing this, the eldest prince forced a smile at Kokot, a smile that seemed to carry a hint of self-mockery.
He turned to look at Victor and asked in a trembling voice:
"Count Victor... Oweiser, is he beyond saving?"
Victor stood quietly, looking up at the three demons engaging in a righteous three-on-one battle against the Second Prince.
His gaze was relaxed; the battle before him seemed like a farcical spectacle to him.
Hearing Albany's words, Victor responded to him while watching the match:
Do you really want him to recover?
The eldest prince was slightly taken aback upon hearing this, and slowly raised his head.
He stared at Oweiser, who was being punched repeatedly, with a complex mix of emotions in his heart.
After all, they were his family.
But when he thought about what Owesser had done, he really couldn't say anything.
Finally, he spoke up and made his request:
"I still hope that you will not kill him."
Viktor smiled faintly, then calmly said:
"Don't worry, I have never regarded him as an enemy."
Upon hearing this, the eldest prince's eyes revealed a clear look of astonishment.
The next second, Viktor's voice suddenly became even colder:
"A person who is blinded by jealousy and willingly becomes a tool for others."
"He's not worthy of my intervention."
The moment the words left his mouth, a surge of rage welled up in Owesser's heart as he transformed into a minotaur.
Despite being beaten on one side, Owesser still refused to admit defeat.
His body began to swell, and power surged through his limbs.
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