Chapter 1252: Dead
Sylas stood high in the skies, on top of the Hollow Wing, his arms crossed and his expression unmoved. The wind whipped against his body, but hidden in the clouds, it wasn’t even obvious that he was there.
This wouldn’t last for long, but he also didn’t need it to. Since the Demons wanted to rely on their numbers, he would show them how to truly do it.
The true population of the Noble Demons was much larger than this, but because they were on their way to the Golden Battlefield, they had only taken those of a certain combat prowess level to this location.
The numbers that Sylas had right now, though the quality wasn’t a match, were easily an order of magnitude more. There were more than ten Serpentes to a single Noble Demon, and as much time as the Demons had to prepare for the charge they could see coming from miles away...
It made little difference.
The destruction began immediately. Serpentes were shredded to pieces one after another, but soon the first Demons began to fall.
*’Seems I have to go.’* Sylas thought.
He hadn’t released the Demonic Emperors yet, but he didn’t need to. Not just yet.
"Protect your own lives," Sylas said coldly before diving down.
He blazed a trail of green from the skies to the battlefield below, murder in his eyes.
Alex cleared his throat. "Well, it sounds like we might be screwed."