Song Yuan was dumbstruck.
Chang Pu laughed. "I am afraid that Lord Song has been away from battle for too long and forgotten the crux of warfare. I have abundant low-level demons—so what if they are all killed? That Ji Fengyan is rather peculiar, so I am using the low-level demons to deplete their energies first. I want to see if Ji Fengyan's men can hold on until the high-level demons come on stage."
Song Yuan's heart gave a painful start as he stared at Chang Pu's expression. A sense of foreboding rose within him.
This was the nature of demons. They held no empathy even for their own kind. Not just these low-level demons—it was rumored that the mightiest demons would sometimes devour each other, as they could augment their own power by swallowing another demon alive.
