Qingchan and Qingxuan feigned solemnity, rubbing their chins like little grown-ups.
"Hmm, since you've asked so sincerely, I shall show you great mercy and tell you."
"Because we can control every formation in Purple Tenuity Hall. Every living being within those formations falls within our senses."
"In other words, no matter what you turn into, we can recognize you. Your every move is under my control."
Qingxuan immediately clapped. "Wow, big brother, you did great! Your acting was so convincing! That's exactly how Dad does it."
Qingchan flushed slightly. "Really? I want to become a great hero like Dad someday, too."
The Devil Race leader's expression darkened. Whether those words were true or false, the prospect was utterly terrifying to them.
They could neither break the formation nor fool the little fellow before them.
Didn't that mean they were doomed to die this time?
At the thought of that dreadful outcome, sweat began trickling down his forehead.
What should I do?
He pondered anxiously.
He wanted to find a way to have the best of both worlds.
Just then.
The warriors behind him cried out in alarm.
"Oh no, the protective barrier's broken! Those damned things are back!"
"Defend yourselves! Defend yourselves! Everyone, gather together! We can hold out!"
"Chief, save us! Come help us!"
He watched the Devil Race beings being engulfed by battle souls.
The Devil Race commander's eyes instantly turned bloodshot.
"Roar! Damn you! You all deserve to die!"
Strange patterns erupted across his body.
As though injected with chicken blood, his body swelled to dozens of times its original size.
The terrifying giant swung his fists madly, battering the formation again and again.
He remembered that the Devil Ancestor had once said that all formations, tricks, and schemes...
Were utterly useless before strength.
There was a