After a bout of slaughter, another few of the twenty-odd High Level Demons fell. Fortunately, Xu Fan, like a Heavenly God descending to earth, swept through everything before him, utterly invincible. In such a situation, only then did Xu Fan barely manage to lead the ten-odd surviving High Level Demons and break out of the heavy encirclement.
There was nothing he could do—no matter how strong a Venerable Level expert was, too many of them together would still pose a threat to Xu Fan.
Even if Xu Fan had once swelled with arrogance to the point of losing himself, looking down on Venerable Level experts, he still understood the saying: enough ants can bite an elephant to death.
Besides, the more people there are, the more mouths, the more schemes, and the harder they are to control.
Right now, ten or so people is just right.
The ten-odd surviving High Level Demons, without even realizing it, already had eyes full of respect when they looked at Xu Fan.
