Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!!
In an instant, more than a dozen Demon Kings attacked at once, coming in from every direction to assassinate them. Their assault blanketed the sky and the earth, completely surrounding Fang Yang and the others.
Demonic energy surged into the heavens all around them, while black mist spread and formed a storm that swept through everything.
They had dispatched only part of their force; the other Demon Kings were merely watching. If every Demon King moved out, it would be like using a butcher's cleaver to kill a chicken—far too much of a waste.
"Oh no, it's the Curse-Slaying Legion! How did they get here so quickly? We clearly shook them off more than ten thousand kilometers away!" The Soul Clan warriors' expressions drastically changed at this sight.
They were so terrified that their souls nearly flew from their bodies, as though they had encountered the god of death.
The Curse-Slaying Legion was simply too terrifying. It was packed with masters; their clan chief, elders, grand elder, and countless elite warriors had all died at its hands.
No matter how powerful a warrior was, before this legion, they were as weak as ants. Once it mobilized, it meant they would inevitably suffer countless casualties.
Now this legion had actually deployed over a hundred Demon Kings. This was the elite force in motion, sealing off every direction so tightly that not even water could pass through. Did that mean they would all die here today?
"It's over, completely over. We're dead for sure. What do we do? Run?"
Fang Xin panicked and hurriedly sent a voice transmission.
Though she was utterly despairing right now, her powerful will to survive still drove her. She did not want to die, especially after having just walked the line between life and