Luo Fan put the translucent fifth-tier weird crystal into his system storage and slowly turned around.
His gaze pierced the chaotic battlefield, passing over the fleeing low-tier Weirds, past the fourth-tier ones frozen almost immobile by Ximen Chuixue's Sword Qi, past the One-Eyed Giant pinned to its knees beneath An Xiaoran's Cross...
Finally, Luo Fan's gaze locked firmly onto the charred, weakened figure in midair.
The Abyssal Flame Demon.
Sixth tier.
It stood there, flames flickering around its body, the two lights in its eye sockets meeting Luo Fan's gaze.
There was anger in that gaze, wariness, murderous intent...
And a trace of deeply concealed fear.
Luo Fan keenly caught that trace of fear.
It was not because of him, but because of the entire state of the battle.
The Ghost Weird was dead, the One-Eyed Giant was suppressed, the fourth-tier Weirds were controlled so thoroughly that they could barely move, and nearly half the low-tier Weirds had been slaughtered.
Meanwhile, human morale soared, and powerful fighters kept emerging.
Especially that woman who could release sunlight, that Shield Warrior who could reflect attacks, and this incomprehensibly strange human before it. Its attacks were completely ineffective against him, yet he could easily kill its most trusted subordinates.
For the first time, the Flame Demon felt that it might not be the one controlling this war.
It took a deep breath, the flames around its body contracting slightly, as though it were gathering something.
But in that instant, Luo Fan noticed a subtle change in its eyes.
That was not the look of someone preparing to attack.
That was the look of someone preparing to flee.
"Damn!"
Luo Fan's heart lurched.
If this Sixth Tier Flame Demon escaped, today's war would be a complete failure.
No matter how many low-tier Weirds he