When Darryl saw Oliver rush into the formation with the fiend soldiers, his expressions remained unchanged, but he was bubbling with joy internally.

Oliver thought he would finally contribute some work for Morticia. He did not know that he had wheeled himself into a trap.

"Listen up, everyone."

Oliver looked complacent when they entered the Mountain Wood Formation and as he ordered the thousands of fiend soldiers. "Let's clean up those wooden stakes and stones as soon as possible, and don't miss any of them. Let's see if there is a hole under the wooden stakes and stones and if there is a secret passage..."

The 5000 fiend soldiers immediately dispersed and started moving the wooden piles and stones in front of them.

Alas!

Darryl held back his laughter when he saw the scene before him, but he pretended to shake his head with a sigh and looked utterly helpless.

Morticia frowned when she noticed the change in Darryl's expression and asked, "What's wrong? Why do you shake your head?