The other Sick Demons were dumbfounded as well.
Just a few little brats in the Grandmaster Realm!
Yet they were this arrogant!
Wherever they had gone before, even ghosts and gods had fled at the sight of them!
Even when someone dared to make a move, they had always been experts above the King Realm.
Yet these little brats from some Blade and Sword Brotherhood floating in the sky were mostly only at the third or fourth level of the Grandmaster Realm, with some merely at the second level.
They did not even have the advantage in numbers!
They truly could not understand what gave these people the nerve to swagger right up before them!
Even more outrageous, every one of them held a scarlet flag, waving it through the air.
Against the sea of clouds, they stood out with exceptional clarity!
Like streams of crimson sunset clouds surging through the sky.
Within a radius of a thousand meters,
they could be seen clearly.
Several nearby villages had noticed the disturbance in the distance.
Trembling with fear, the villagers stepped out from their homes and village entrances, wanting to see what was happening!
When they saw sickly mist churning ahead, eerie green spreading across the sky,
their pupils shrank, and terror instantly filled their eyes!
"S-Sick Demons! Run!"
"They can fly! How are we supposed to run? It looks like someone is blocking them ahead! It's the Blade and Sword Brotherhood founded by Lord Sword Demon and Lord Blade Saint!"
"It's useless! Sick Demons are impervious to blades and spears, and vital energy can barely harm them. Unless your realm is far higher, or you have Divine Fire, you can't hurt them! The Blade and Sword Brotherhood uses blades and swords—they're no match for Sick Demons at all!"
The villagers