Watching this large group of weak demon beasts appear, the Shadow Eagle did not quite understand Yang Chen's intentions.
After all, these demon beasts were not strong. Most were at the Spirit Disk Stage, and there were not even any at the Golden Venerate Stage. To put it bluntly, they were merely a disorderly rabble. Against Demigod Stage experts, they would likely be slain on the spot within three moves.
It would have been one thing if they had encountered some carefree, wandering Demigod Stage cultivators. But they had encountered the elite Demigod Stage experts of the Profound Dao Sect. Human-wave tactics would be useless.
The Shadow Eagle felt like crying. It could not be called loyal to Yang Chen in the first place. All it wanted was for Yang Chen to risk his own life without dragging it down with him.
For a moment, it panicked, its voice trembling. "Young, Young Master, this is..."
Yang Chen ignored it, his gaze falling upon the large group of demon beasts.
These demon beasts stared back at Yang Chen, wide-eyed. Having been suddenly summoned out, some of them had yet to understand the situation.
Yang Chen said coldly, "Let me make this clear. I am being hunted, and my chances of survival are one in ten thousand. All of you, release your auras and flee in different directions. Remember, release your auras completely. The farther you run, the better. If you escape, you will be free from this day onward. I, Yang Chen, will never interfere again! If you fail to escape, then consider yourselves unlucky."
Upon hearing Yang Chen's words, the demon beasts were not the least bit depressed. Instead, they were overjoyed, their excitement beyond words.
Even if it was nine deaths and one life, this was a chance at