No member of the Demon Race could have imagined that such a powerful being exists in the world.
On this afternoon, the crimson thunder became, much like that foreign figure, their eternal nightmare.
Community Thunder General's four personal guards were swept in, charging far ahead, making any daring nearby Demon Race perish instantly.
Seven personal guards were completely defeated without even having uttered a sound.
Around Li Rui, within a mile radius, no living Demon Race dared to approach. They simply stared blankly at the person leaning on the umbrella, pulling out a Spirit Recovery Potion from his chest and drinking alone.
At this moment, he was uncaring of his surroundings. There were too many fodder soldiers. He couldn't finish them all off. Since they were all stunned, he might as well seize the opportunity to replenish his Spiritual Power, avoiding any unexpected events later.
