Despite his profound mastery of saber techniques and his lightning-fast Body Technique, Ding Jun was overwhelmed by the frenzied assault of the five geniuses with the blood of Demon Saints.
His armor was damaged in several places, blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and his aura had weakened considerably. He was in grave danger.
In the midst of the siege, the five Demon Race elites were rapidly communicating telepathically.
"Remember, we only have two minutes for this attack! The moment time is up, we retreat immediately!"
The leader was a burly Tiger Demon covered in crimson scales. Its blood-red eyes scanned the battlefield warily as it stressed the point again.
"Boss, isn't two minutes too short?" hissed an Emerald Green Snake Demon, which had assumed its true form and was coiled in mid-air. A hint of unwillingness flashed in its strange, vertical pupils.
