The five Yakshas charged straight at the Demon Gods. They moved with extraordinary agility and coordinated flawlessly, quickly mounting effective attacks.
But the Demon Gods were no pushovers. Had there been only one or two, they might have been manageable.
Unfortunately, there were so many now that even Morax would have struggled to gain the upper hand.
Twelve Demon Gods.
At the height of the Archon War, the largest assault on Liyue had involved seven Demon Gods joining forces.
Though those enemies had also brought tens of thousands of followers, the pressure exerted by these twelve Demon Gods was still greater.
At first, their teamwork and powerful attacks had barely given them a slight advantage.
But as the battle dragged on, the fundamental gap between the Demon Gods and the Yakshas began to show.
Their stamina was failing. Their strength was insufficient.
"We can't beat them! Change tactics-focus on dodging and defense!" Bosacius recognized the problem immediately and changed their strategy.
They had thought that after being sealed for thousands of years, the Demon Gods would be greatly weakened, giving them a chance to kill them if they seized an opening.
Reality proved them wrong.
Though thousands of years of suppression had indeed left the Demon Gods less terrifying than they had been at their peak, the real problem now was their sheer number.
Twelve Demon Gods against five Yakshas.
They were not even in the same league.
After all, they were only followers under Morax. Killing two or three Demon Gods together would already have been an exceptional feat, yet now they faced twelve.
"Bonanus!" Golden Roc suddenly shouted.
The dazed Bonanus snapped back to her senses at his shout, then her eyes widened. A dark purple ice spike was already right before her.
At that instant, a flash