บท 512: 180

At this moment, his Spiritual Sense keenly caught on to a group of demon soldiers who had already begun to quietly retreat—it was clear that these demon troops had been instructed by their king to preserve their fighting force as much as possible.

Just then!

Buzz——

It was as if the sound of insects flapping their wings arose from various parts of the battlefield at the same time.

The aura of the demon soldiers suddenly changed, as those from all kinds of demon races simultaneously had blood-red eyes.

Boom, boom, boom!

Suddenly, several blood mist mushroom clouds appeared in the sky!

There were a few great demons, surrounded and on the brink of death, that simultaneously detonated their bodies.

Could that buzzing sound be the demon race's "Soul Devouring Art"?

Li Ping'an suddenly felt a massive force of impact and looked up to see dozens of demon soldiers transforming into their true form, crashing towards the formation above!

Pfft!