The Demon Race commander let out a strange, shrill laugh before signaling for a change in tactical deployment. This maneuver left the frontline sparsely guarded, populated only by a mass of low-tier demons. Rather than feeling relieved, Anlan, Long Haochen, and their party grew deeply suspicious.
The twelve of them discussed their next move while cutting down the surrounding enemies.
"It is truly bizarre that the frontline appears to consist solely of low-tier demons," one remarked.
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