Pan Long killed Cold Snicker, the commander of the Demon army, with his first slash. His second cut down every one of the commander's trusted kin, and his third took the head of the nearest Succubus. The whole thing took no more than five seconds.
Five seconds was short, but for powerful mid-ranking Demons, it was enough time to react.
There were no fools among mid-ranking Demons. Even Hezrous, with their toadlike heads and habit of going on all fours, only looked dim-witted. Their intelligence was actually fourteen—enough to make the top of the class at an ordinary high school without much trouble.
The moment Pan Long beheaded the rash Succubus, black light flared around the two Demons closest to him. They wanted to teleport away at once.
The problem was that teleportation spells had limits. Until the spatial disturbance from one teleportation had subsided, only an exceptionally advanced spell could ignore it and teleport again.
How could these mid-ranking Demons have anything that sophisticated?
However desperate they were, they would have to wait six or seven seconds for the disturbance to settle before they could teleport away.
Would Pan Long give them that much time?
Of course not.
In fact, Pan Long did not give them even one second!
He was not the sort of lunatic who would pass up nearby targets to chase distant ones. If he was going to kill them all anyway, he would naturally start with whoever was closest.
And so those two lucky spectators were first on his list. He hurtled up to them and slashed.
To be fair, neither Demon was weak. Despite having almost no time, both reacted to Pan Long's attack. One swung a black greatsword to block him; the other sprayed corrosive acid to force him back.
Unfortunately for them,