The hellish wind twisted across the plain, and the moment Wargon ordered the circle to close, a thousand demon soldiers raised their spears, blades, and bloodstained claws.
Daniel slowly turned and scanned his surroundings. A perfect circle. Completely sealed. From a general standpoint, escape was impossible, and even if it were possible, running would cost more than it was worth.
A clash with all these demons was unavoidable, and he also doubted he could deal with all of them using this body. If he were in his real body, he could easily summon the Fallen and have them tear all these demons apart.
"I need to separate Wargon from them and find a chance to take what I want," he muttered while observing the battlefield.
Escape? Yes. He had to pretend to try to escape. He didn't want to get caught in the middle of an assault by a thousand demons, and he needed to isolate Wargon… or at least, that was the only and best option he had for now.
