All of the Wind Demons were immediately dumbstruck. Thousands of their tribal brethren had been slain in the blink of an eye? This world was f*cking terrifying!
"Do you want to wait for more reinforcement for me to cut down, or do you want to come at me now?" An Lin asked with a cold expression.
The few dozen Wind Demons looked at each other, and it was as if they had a tacit understanding with one another as they turned around and rushed back into the spatial gate without even uttering a single word…
"Gasp…"
Each of the teachers and students drew a sharp intake of breath.
They were preparing for a brutal battle, and this turn of events had caught them completely off guard.
"Th… they ran just like that?"
"God An forced all the Wind Demons into retreat with one sword strike! Bad*ss!"
"Student An Lin, why are you so cool?"
"Emperor Qing Hua has been severely wounded. The situation is not looking good for us."
