But he had clearly held back earlier.
At least, even though it was taxing, he had not fallen into a disadvantage in the short run.
However, as time went on, he had gradually become somewhat physically drained.
In contrast, the four Lords on the other side still had reserves of energy left.
They could not be defeated by force, so their tactic was one word—wear him down!
As long as they could exhaust his energy with the four of them, they would consider it a success.
Seeing that the four on the opposite side were essentially defending without engaging him in battle, not giving him any opportunity, the Abyssal Lord had gradually become desperate.
If he were facing only one, he could cover the area with spatial vortices as he had with the Wandering Lord, but now facing four, splitting his focus was not only a burden, it was enormously taxing to maintain such an offensive.
With no other options, the Abyssal Lord had finally made up his mind resolutely.
