After Jin Chanzi dealt with Molisa, the other Quasi-Saint experts of the Human Race had more or less swept away the commander-level experts left behind.
Because the formations could not communicate, the Devil Race headquarters was wiped clean. In a single battle, their entire command system had been brought down.
"Holy Monk, what should we do next?" Earth Gnome looked at the young monk before him with a hint of awe.
Previously, he had felt only a little respect for the young monk.
Now, that respect had become utter reverence, as though he were beholding a god.
To slay a divine being with a mortal body-such power was unprecedented, unheard of.
The other Human Race experts also gazed at Jin Chanzi with fervor.
Slaying a Sage of the Devil Race.
It was something all of them longed to do, yet the power of a Devil Race Sage also filled every one of them with dread.
After all, a Sage was a Sage. Even the weakest Sage was beyond the ability of mere Quasi-Saints like them to handle.
All beneath Sages were ants. That was no empty saying.
"Amitabha. Our success in slaying a Sage this time was entirely thanks to Human Sovereign Fuxi's skillful command. I was merely a pawn leading the charge. Please do not look at me like that."
"Lord Fuxi instructed us to wreak havoc at the Devil Race headquarters, then withdraw."
"Since this operation went perfectly, even exceeding our objectives, let us retreat for now and consider our next move carefully."
Although Jin Chanzi knew nothing about military affairs.
He still possessed a little common sense.
He certainly did not believe that losing their headquarters meant the entire Devil Race was finished.
"It is a pity, but there are simply too few of us. In that