Fuxi froze for a moment.
He had never expected these fellows to care so much about him, and he was deeply moved.
He immediately pulled back the warriors who had charged out.
"I'm fine. These are only flesh wounds."
"Fall back into the ranks. We have to work together to survive."
"I have a formation, but I need time to set up the Formation Flags. Hold them off for me."
With that, Fuxi began setting up the great formation.
In truth, with his strength, he could have completed it in an instant. But he did not do so. A formation master capable of that would have been far too shocking.
Seeing Fuxi move, the warriors hurried to surround him, fighting desperately against the Devil Race forces around them.
The Quasi-Saint devil's expression grew grave. He wanted to charge in and kill Fuxi, yet he hesitated. Fuxi had inexplicably fallen back just now, and outsiders would have thought this devil had wounded him.
But the devil himself knew better than anyone what had really happened!
Fuxi had clearly retreated of his own accord.
He had not suffered any injuries at all.
Now the devil was deeply suspicious.
Fuxi's aim was to lure the enemy deep into his position.
There could very well be traps around him.
Even if there were no traps, the devil did not dare enter recklessly.
After all, the Devil Race had no overwhelming advantage at present. The two sides were evenly matched. If he fell into an ambush, it could easily trigger a chain reaction.
If the Devil Race lost because of him, he would become a sinner condemned for all eternity.
Although the Naga Race had turned into devils, this was actually only a strategy of theirs.
Of course, it was mainly because the tide of