As a tactical expert, Xu could see things clearly. Lang Du's combat strength was on par with Zeng Jian's.
Lang Du had the advantage in his demonic body and blistering speed, while Zeng Jian excelled in sharp techniques and control over spiritual energy.
Perhaps because this was Zeng Jian and the others' first time fighting a great demon who had transformed, and because they were in a desperate situation, they were already at a disadvantage in terms of momentum.
On top of that, Lang Du's attacks were so swift and fierce that Zeng Jian and the others had no time to form a formation before he scattered them.
They had not fought together for long, so there was no question of perfect coordination. The moment Lang Du charged, they lost formation and were picked off one by one.
By then, Zeng Jian had completely lost his nerve. He did nothing but defend, his thoughts in disarray. Given that, the outcome was hardly surprising.
Zeng Jian and the others had ventured into this dangerous place prepared to answer for their own lives. Besides, if not for him, Xu, they would never have made it to this Green Grassland; they would have died miserably back in that secret chamber.
Yet seeing them die so miserably still left Xu feeling displeased.
Lang Du brazenly collected their Sumeru Rings and offered them to Hu Jinghui. Hu Jinghui waved him off, indicating that he should keep them.
Lang Du cupped his fists and slipped the several Sumeru Rings into his chest. A ball of yellow light appeared for an instant, then vanished without a trace.
"Now for the second match. You two, come down. I'll see what you're capable of. You're both strong, but I hope you're stronger than I expect. Otherwise, you won't leave