Elsewhere, the demon cultivators suffered repeated defeats.
Although the number of gods was not much larger than that of demons, nearly half of the demons had lost their fighting ability, and the rest were all wounded and could not withstand the gods’ attack at all.
In less than half an incense stick’s time, three more demon cultivators fell.
The bald, burly man roared and tried to rush over to help, but was forced back by the middle-aged man’s knife.
“Don’t rush.”
The middle-aged man sneered, “One at a time, it’ll be your turn soon.”
The bald, burly man’s eyes were bloodshot, and his teeth were grinding together.
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