"Leodo, you bastard."
"Get up there, you idiot. It's not like that thing can't grow back."
The injured Blade Demon and Balrog cursed each other in demon language. At least in Velin's eyes, the Balrog had the upper hand.
"Lavia, how are you holding up? Can you still fight?" Velin retreated to Lavia's side, watching the surroundings vigilantly as he asked.
"I can hold off two more demons at most. Any more than that, and we'll be dying here."
"Leave those two Snake Demons to me. I'll handle the rest."
As Velin deliberately drew their hatred, the battlefield split into two sections.
One High-Gold Balrog, two Mid-Gold Snake Demons, three Low-Gold Blade Demons, and one Low-Gold Inferior Demon—seven demons surrounded Velin from all sides.
One Blade Demon stroked his severed arm, his eyes filled with reason as he remained constantly wary of that cunning Balrog, afraid of becoming the other's shield.
His strength had been greatly weakened, and his injuries were severe. He definitely could not withstand the other's demon spells, so he had to be cautious.
In Velin's eyes, aside from differences in size, demons were almost impossible to distinguish by appearance.
The Balrog retreated more than ten meters and instantly cast a fire spell.
The signal for battle sounded once more. The six melee demons attacked simultaneously, launching an assault on Velin from six directions.
Limbs clashed against longswords, while Druid Spells collided with demon magic.
Velin faced seven opponents alone without falling into the slightest disadvantage, dealing with attacks from every direction with ease.
The constantly shifting Balrog prevented Velin from finding a suitable chance to strike.
After knocking back two Blade Demons with a slash, Velin fixed his gaze on a Snake Demon. He feinted at the one-armed Blade Demon, then charged straight at the Snake