Dean looked at Fang Heng, who had charged alone into the hellish monster horde first, his eyes revealing a hint of helplessness.
He always felt like he had been tricked by this kid.
How did it feel like he had followed him all the way into hell to help lend a hand?
Dean shook his head and stopped overthinking, gathering his spirit to coordinate and command the entire Holy Court team from the rear, while carefully watching Fang Heng's movements and ready to provide rescue at any moment.
Even though the demonic seed hadn't appeared, the sheer number of high-tier hell creatures was enough to make the Holy Court team sweat.
It was fortunate that Fang Heng's strength was enough—relying on his powerful personal might, he forcibly held the front line alone, attracting the majority of attacks from the hell creatures.
Dean reckoned that even if he himself joined the battlefield, he probably wouldn't be able to do better than Fang Heng.
That kid!
