As the light faded, the Yakshas' eyes snapped open.
The road that had been packed with Demon Gods was suddenly clear.
Boom... boom... boom...
Soon, the Demon Gods that had fallen to either side began to move.
The enormous Demon Gods, their bodies blotting out the sky, filled the road once more.
Of the original twelve Demon Gods, only nine remained, and two of those had lost their arms in the blast.
As one of Morax's followers, Bosacius had taken down three Demon Gods and crippled two more by detonating himself-an extraordinary feat.
Yet to the Yakshas, it seemed utterly unbelievable.
They knew their big brother Bosacius's strength all too well. Apart from Azhdaha, he was virtually unrivaled beneath the Seven Archons, yet this was all his desperate final stand had achieved.
At that moment...
They remembered the cruelty of the Archon War.
They remembered the era when Demon Gods ruled the world.
The Demon Gods' overwhelming power filled the Yakshas with suffocating despair.
A relentless barrage of attacks rained down on them.
Their nerves stretched to the breaking point, the Yakshas were already at the end of their strength. Against those nine Demon Gods, they had no power to fight back.
As they scrambled to dodge, anger, resentment, and despair filled their hearts.
They wanted to avenge their big brother Bosacius. They wanted to slaughter every Demon God before them.
Unfortunately, passion alone could not bridge the gap in strength. They bitterly resented their own weakness.
Forget fighting nine Demon Gods-even dodging their attacks was already a struggle.
"Bonanus, ease up on your skills. We have to hold out until the Geo Lord arrives. We can't lose anyone else. We can't let Bosacius die for nothing!"
After watching a wall of water block the flames raining down on them,