The human cultivator was already nowhere to be seen, but Wang Wu's uneasy feeling still lingered in his heart, as if he had been bitten by a venomous snake and would spend the rest of his life living beneath its shadow.
Without a doubt, this was a truly stunning talent among the humans, a contender capable of standing at the very forefront.
The kind of existence destined to advance to First-grade.
A true king.
Looking across the Southern Wilderness Demon Race legion, those direct-line elites with three Demon Cores whom Old Turtle had kept hidden and never sent into battle were probably no match for this man.
"Brother Xiong, are you alright?"
At last, a Great Demon beside him, still reeling from the fright, asked. In a single exchange, six had died and one had been wounded, yet they had not even seen clearly what had happened. They did not know how to block, how to attack, or how to lock onto the enemy. The blow to morale was enormous.
Even if they were Third-grade Great Demons, even if they knew death was unavoidable, they should at least die fighting with everything they had. What the hell was this?
It felt like encountering a First-grade Great Demon.
"Hold steady! Defend your positions! Prioritize supporting Xiong Wu!"
Old Turtle's order from the rear finally arrived, and this time, it at last sent out all its reserve Great Demons in one go.
Wang Wu's vanguard cluster alone had one hundred and eight Third-grade Great Demons!
There was only one purpose: give Wang Wu time to buffer the damage and weaken it with the Blood-colored Great Flag Formation.
It even sent Wang Wu two gourds of Blood Qi Secret Spirit Beads at once, forty in total.
In short, during the assault phase, forget