As Darryl spoke, he leaned against a tree and relied on only one leg. He was utterly embarrassed.

"What do you want?" Mona said coldly, baffled.

Then, Darryl scratched his head and had a pitiful look on his face. "At first I thought your men could help me over, but they need to be on guard of the surroundings in case the fiend race warriors appear."

Then, he smirked. "Now the only way is for you to go with me. You should know, the Groot Formation that I've deployed requires 36 people. There are 36 of your men and none of them are dispensable. So, Miss Mona, I'd have to trouble you."

As he spoke, Darryl looked sincere, but his eyes were full of cunningness. He had done that on purpose.

The Groot Formation deployed by the surrounding Demon Warriors required Darryl's direction, constantly changing positions, in order for it to be functional. Standing still would not be of any use at all.

Darryl's intention was to teach Mona a lesson. She was unruly, capricious, and disrespectful to