Yang An scoffed.
It wasn't that he looked down on these Primordial Feeding Realm Demon Fiends... No, that was a lie.
He absolutely looked down on them!
They shattered with a single touch and couldn't even heal. It made no difference how many came.
So he didn't bother wasting any more words; he might as well let them all attack at once.
As Yang An's voice echoed, a clamor immediately erupted from the darkness. The ambient temperature seemed to plummet.
Clearly, his words had enraged the creatures lurking in the shadows.
A huge crowd of Demon Fiends immediately charged out of the darkness, kicking up a violent, fetid wind as they all rushed toward Yang An.
In an instant, Yang An was surrounded by innumerable Demon Fiends. But he just snorted coldly, raised a fist, and charged forward.
A chaotic battle of one against many had begun!
A chaotic battle of one against many had ended!
CRACK...
