A Berserker Demon leaped high into the air. Summoning a Hell Gate required a wide-open space; there was no way to open one amid an army charging shoulder to shoulder.
But the moment he jumped out, before he could even pull out the scroll hidden beneath the iron armor on his chest, the two mad demons beside him suddenly lunged at him like they had gone insane.
The Berserker Demon had been prepared for this. The hand he had slipped into his clothes emerged again, and with a flick of the iron chain wrapped around his arm, the chain came loose and lashed out like a whip at the two charging mad demons.
The mad demon in front took the fiercest blow. The iron chain nearly split open the muscles across its chest, yet it truly lived up to the name of mad demon. Even under such pain, it did not make a sound. Instead, it wrapped both arms around the chain and desperately yanked it toward itself.
The other mad demon seized the chance to close in on the Berserker Demon and swung a fist at his head.
The Berserker Demon was even more ruthless. He simply threw away the chain in his hand, rendering the mad demon trying to restrain him with it useless. Though he had lost his weapon, how could a bare-handed Berserker Demon possibly lose to a mad demon?
The Berserker Demon did not even bother blocking the mad demon's punch, allowing it to slam into his face. At the same time, though, his right foot shot out and kicked the mad demon in the chest, sending it staggering backward again and again. The Berserker Demon then quickly followed, grabbed the mad demon's head, and ignored its desperate pounding on his body. With a fierce