The fellow before them truly had a wealth of experience.
Not only had he precisely identified their weak point, but he had also struck without the slightest hesitation.
Most importantly, how exactly had he pinpointed their positions?
The angel warrior before him was the weakest. Could it be...?
The more they thought about it, the more shocked and frightened they became.
This native's combat experience was far too extensive.
The Demon Emperor stared fixedly at the angel coughing up blood. "Hmph, so this is all you amount to. You bleed, you can be wounded, and every last one of you will die here."
Rather than growing angry, the angel warriors laughed. "Stupid native, do you think you've really won just because you got lucky and landed a hit on us?"
"Ridiculous. The angel race is not yours to insult."
"Sacred Light Restoration!"
"Blessing of the Lord's Glory!"
"Sword of Light!"
Golden light rose from their bodies, as though they were bathing in an ocean of light.
They advanced toward the Demon Emperor step by step, their devout expressions making it seem as though they intended to convert him.
The Demon Emperor strode toward them as well. "In that case, enough talking. Let's fight."
The instant he touched that light, a voice began echoing incessantly in his mind.
He could not quite make out its words, but it left him unbearably agitated.
It felt as though listening to it for too long would be extremely dangerous for him.
His consciousness even began to feel that submission would bring him peace.
The Demon Emperor immediately raised his guard.
There was indeed something wrong with this light, and it was a serious problem.
But the Demon Emperor's will was so firm that such a petty trick could not shake his heart.
Yet his