At that moment, Huo Yuhao looked at the demon soldiers before him, pinned to the ground by his overwhelming pressure and unable to get up.
There had originally been over thirty demon soldiers, but a quarter of them had been killed in the fight just now, leaving only twenty or so.
Huo Yuhao eased his pressure slightly, then asked the demon soldiers, "Well? Do you want to continue?"
As soon as Huo Yuhao finished speaking, the demon soldiers, who had only just regained some freedom of movement after the pressure was lifted, did not know how to answer him. But wanting to survive, they instinctively laid down their weapons to signal their intentions.
Seeing this, Huo Yuhao immediately had the other demons beside him take them into custody.
Huo Yuhao did not exterminate these demon soldiers, because there was no point. He knew where the vast majority of them came from. Killing them would never change anything; it would only repeat the current state of this environment.
So changing them as much as possible was one choice Huo Yuhao was making now. Of course, he would also act directly against those who stubbornly refused to repent.
Next, Huo Yuhao looked toward the four hundred-odd low-ranking demons. Their eyes were still filled with excitement over the victory they had just won.
But the next moment, Huo Yuhao reached out and rapped the head of the succubus laughing most gleefully, then said sternly, "Don't get too happy. Look at how you fought just now. Hadn't we already made arrangements for how to attack, and how to advance and encircle them?"
"And what did you do? Each of you grabbed a few stones and charged up in a great mob, without strategy, without formation, and without any division of duties. You just ran