Swift speed.
Bloodthirsty nature.
A fearless, death-defying offensive.
And though they stood only about half a meter tall, they possessed sharp teeth, powerful wings, and sturdy bodies...
Those creatures whose individual strength could only be called ordinary became nothing short of a disaster once they gathered together and traveled in swarms!
Even a well-trained abyssal army, if it encountered them unprepared, would be gnawed clean to the bone!
Such terrifying destructive power naturally made them the local tyrants of the region!
At present, as the sole target of attack among the many Demonic Beasts present,
facing the incoming assault,
Orsaga showed neither surprise nor the anger of having been provoked.
He simply stood there quietly, waiting for them to fly toward him.
With an interested expression, he watched their sharp teeth and claws flash continuously with cold gleams.
Even as their sharp fingertips were about to touch him, he still made no other move.
As though
he intended to let the enemy attack him!
Such highly abnormal behavior
naturally left some of the attacking Demonic Beasts puzzled.
Although their flying speed did not decrease and they continued their predatory pounces,
their movements unconsciously slowed somewhat.
Some relatively clever individuals instinctively gathered a portion of their strength, intending to use it for defense.
To guard against their opponent's dying strike!
In this regard,
it could only be said that although Demonic Beasts were not very intelligent,
after years upon years of hunting and killing, they still possessed a bit of pure combat instinct and were not entirely without vigilance...
However,
what surprised them was that
even when their claws truly touched that man dressed in a strange, eye-catching white outfit,
he still did nothing...
Is this guy looking to die?
However,
even as that thought flashed through their minds,
all the