Fuxi and his troops' battle record stood out far too clearly.
After battle upon battle, they had suffered almost no casualties.
Most importantly, these fellows seemed to grow fiercer with every fight, slaughtering more and more of the Devil Race until they gradually began to suppress them.
If this continued, the Devil Race would probably suffer devastating losses this time.
Thus, this Quasi-Saint set his sights on them. He intended to crush them with his superior power and wipe them out on the spot.
His aim was simple: he absolutely could not allow these fellows from the Heavenly Court to run rampant here.
Seeing this, the Envoy within their battle formation turned pale.
Speaking of which, this Envoy was not particularly powerful. He was only a Great Luo Golden Immortal who had secured this assignment through his connections.
He had never expected such rotten luck. Why did he have to run into a Quasi-Saint of all people? He hurriedly shouted, "Marshal Fulong, run! Run! A Quasi-Saint has set his sights on us! If we don't flee now, we'll die here!"
Under normal circumstances, a Quasi-Saint would not bully those weaker than himself.
But now, it seemed they really had encountered an exceptional situation.
This formation was simply too effective. Even this Quasi-Saint of the Devil Race had no choice but to kill them first to eliminate future trouble.
The Quasi-Saint approached with incredible speed. To the Envoy, they had no time to react at all.
Sweat covered his forehead in his panic, as though he might die at any moment.
He was not actually the sort who clung to life and feared death.
Otherwise, he would not have gone to such lengths to come to this battlefield.
Just now, within the great formation, he too had tasted what it felt