"Kekekekekee..."
An evil laughter filled with a bone-chilling aura spread across the battlefield, causing every last warrior to shudder. On the battlefield, there is only one set of warriors, each a flame demon with their horns lit on flames.
The moment a flame demon's horn lit on flames, it meant they were ready for battle.
However, right as the laughter spread, every last flame lit on their horns died down. Their bodies grew tense, and what was even worse, the opponents they came to fight were nowhere to be seen.
"The contractor is here... run."
"The vile and evil Asmodeus is here... run."
The commanders of the Flame Demon race panicked and issued an order to retreat. In fact, they started running before they gave the order.
