The Six-armed Snake Demon Warriors couldn't understand at all why the people before them were so much stronger than any enemy they'd previously encountered. Their own power was supposed to be beyond description.
Yet here and now, they were being slaughtered at will like common thugs.
A unique Abyssal Language began to ring out among them, and they started to fall back with their few hundred remaining soldiers.
They knew that with their current numbers, they could no longer threaten these humans. There was no point in wasting their lives here.
Levi stopped the Barbarians who wanted to give chase, watching as the enemy slowly retreated into the darkness.
Time was of the essence; there was no need to take risks by pursuing them.
Although those creatures had suffered a beating, they were High Tier Demons, after all. Their retreat remained orderly enough that simply harrying their rear wouldn't easily increase the body count.
