"Kid, surrender or let us tear you apart," Jiang Kui, the boss of the Four Demon, said.
He opened his mouth, filled with sticky blood.
His teeth seemed bloodthirsty, some hungry and impatient.
"A bunch of misfits dare to call themselves demons, damaging the reputation of the Demon Race," Xu Zimei snorted coldly.
Tyrant Shadow behind him had already unsheathed.
"If you can block a single slash from me, it would be your fortune, I'll spare your life."
"Kid, you've gone too far," the Four Demon were obviously enraged.
But the four didn't act rashly, merely waved their right hand, commanding the group of guards behind them, ordering: "Try him with the battle formation."
The power of the battle formation is like a stream turning into a sea, accumulating bit by bit.
The more people there are, the stronger the power of the battle formation naturally becomes.
