If Asmodians were not fast, Lu Li might not choose to fight them so desperately. But meeting that one Asmodian who could compare with his speed had inspired shrewdness in him.
What was more is that the Asmodians he had met now were average ones. If he would run when faced with average Asmodians, then what was the point of even coming in this battlefield?
Plus, Lu Li was encouraged by the fact that he could launch soul attacks. His confidence grew with the fact that on his side, there was a chosen warrior with an eighth-rank Bloodline. If he could not beat the Asmodians, he could at least run away.
"Let's fight!"
Lu Li made up his mind. Those Asmodians could not distinguish his clones from the real person, which gave Lu Li a way out.
"Clones~"
Lu Li yelled as he generated more than 60 clones. There were 60 more Jiang Qiling as well. This time, instead of controlling his clones to rush toward the Asmodians, he made his clones scatter around as if they were running for life.