Whoosh!
Xia Ping flashed, slipped into the void, and swiftly left the area.
"What do we do?"
The many Burning Legion demons looked at one another. They had no idea what to do now. Their commander had wiped out every demon in the Yaksha Legion and fled at top speed, leaving behind only defeated remnants like them.
For a moment, they were all dumbfounded, exchanging glances. Everything had unfolded far too quickly—so quickly that they had been unable to react at all.
"There's no other way. We can only run."
A ram-horned demon spoke up.
"What do you mean, run? Where can we run to?"
"Exactly. If the Rock Lord flies into a rage, we'll die no matter where we flee in Flame Hell."
The demons were helpless. They harbored a bone-deep terror of lord-level demons—monsters they simply could not contend against.
"If we don't run, we die."
The ram-horned demon said gravely, "The commander has wiped out the entire Yaksha Legion. That's the equivalent of cutting off one of the Rock Lord's arms. This is a life-and-death vendetta, utterly unforgivable.
"And as members of the Burning Legion, even if we only spent a single day together, we've long since been branded by the commander. If we return to Rock City now, the Rock Lord will surely tear us to pieces."
It laid out the crux of the matter with clear logic.
"Indeed. We can't think too highly of a lord's mercy. If it can't catch the commander, it may take its anger out on us instead. Then we'll truly have no chance of survival."
"I agree. If we run now, there's still a sliver of hope. Going back is a road to certain death."
"That's right. Let's flee somewhere else. We can't return to Rock City."
The Burning Legion