The Demon Lord only had his giant form and his fucked-up decay energy spheres. Both Sam and Lucian had wormhole spells etched into their Sacrium swords—dodging them was no big deal. Sam could even release so much mana-filled blinding radiance that the darkness of the Demon Lord's dark cloud couldn't even touch it.
The Demon Lord knew something seriously fucked-up was happening, but he could do nothing. The black pigmen had scattered over the long time they were gone from this place. The Demon Lord had already recalled over thousands, but they were nowhere near the crazy numbers from before.
A few spells here and there managed to block them out of the giant carving of the runic circle he was making. It wasn't even completely necessary to keep them all out. As long as his carved runic circle retained its shape somewhat and was filled with liquid mana, it should work just fine. He could repair any damage in seconds.
