A perfectly good Level 4 reinforcement had died so easily at Wen Yu's hands, without even being able to damage the enemy.
The Ancient Demon only briefly lamented this.
To the Demon Tribe, a Level 4 Demon Fiend was just a grain of sand in the Demon Army. It was impossible for the Ancient Demon to feel any regret.
Besides, in the Ancient Demon's eyes, the death of the Blue-skinned Demon was not completely worthless.
At least it knew now that the human expert outside was not weak and needed to be dealt with cautiously.
Wen Yu glanced at the Ancient Demon descending the city wall emotionlessly, then at the Blue-skinned Demon's corpse, a slight sneer playing on his lips.
After instructing Star and Cyclops to enjoy their meal, Wen Yu sat directly on the ground, took out his communicator, and listened to the continuous flow of intelligence it broadcast.
"A Demon Tribe scouting team has been found to the south, comprising one Third-level Demon Fiend and ten Level 2 Demon Fiends..."
