"Probability doesn't count—facts are what matter!"
Murphy roared thunderously as he charged madly past Rahem.
Dai Li had just sent him flying with some trick, and now he was rushing to rejoin the battle.
But Dai Li, who had finally escaped, wasn't about to stand there waiting like an idiot.
While dodging Hajiasha's successive arrows, she also made sure to keep a sufficient distance from Murphy.
At the same time, she shouted at the bloodshot-eyed Vladimir and the other two:
"You three idiots, get your targets straight!"
The three demon princes said nothing, merely slaughtering demons without restraint.
The demonic energy around them grew increasingly dense, as though they would break past the threshold and undergo a transformation at any moment.
High-ranking demons no longer seemed capable of satisfying their "needs."
To break through, they had to kill stronger demons and absorb purer demonic energy!
Vladimir and the other two simultaneously shifted their gazes, their eyes landing on Liu Wenjian in mutual understanding.
Liu Wenjian had only just escaped the joint assault of two Silver Boot Warriors when three fierce attacks came at him.
Fortunately, he had been holding some strength in reserve during the battle and had spared a sliver of attention to observe the others.
Otherwise, that sneak attack might truly have killed him on the spot.
At the cost of severe injuries—one arm and one leg—Liu Wenjian flapped the wings on his back and shot into the sky, forcibly widening the distance between himself and Vladimir's group.
"Have they gone mad? Or have they already seen through my true identity?!"
Looking at the three crazily pursuing him below, thoughts flashed through Liu Wenjian's mind.
Two possibilities quickly surfaced, only to be rejected one after another.
They couldn't have gone mad, because Vladimir and the other two were