Firestorm!
Snake Swarm Frenzy!
Corrosive Mire!
The Greater Demons' spell-like attacks were not aimed at those two Greater Devils, but at the other Legion Devils.
Each spell-like attack from a Greater Demon could kill at least dozens of Legion Devils.
That was with the Legion Devils in formation.
If they had not formed ranks, even more of them would have died.
The Legion Devils had a very distinctive skill.
When in formation, they shared the damage among their comrades.
That was why the Legion Devils could withstand so many spell-like attacks.
Once the damage exceeded the limit of what the Legion Devils could share,
they would proactively sacrifice some of their own, channeling most of the damage onto them.
One of the Legion Devils' slogans was: Sacrifice the weak, protect the strong!
These devils were simply the finest weapons of war.
They did not fear death. Instead, they regarded it as their honor.
Especially dying in battle against demons—there was no greater honor.
But honor alone was no longer enough.
Everywhere the Legion Devils looked, there were demons. One round of attacks killed ten demons, only for hundreds more to come charging in.
After Zarlos and the other three Greater Demons cast their spell-like abilities from the outskirts, they did not rush to attack.
Instead, they prowled around the perimeter, letting out strange roars.
"Hehehe!"
"Kill! Kill!"
"Kill a few more! Once you're done, we'll come kill you!"
"Hahahaha!"
The two Greater Devils trapped within the encirclement looked utterly grim.
Every time they tried to break out, they were easily driven back.
And that was not all. The imps around them had gone mad, charging forward without regard for their lives.
Even if all they could do was bite them once or leave the tiniest scratch, they were willing to