Boom!
The head of one of the Demons that dare to come at Basil was blown away. With his Qi infused hand, he had punched through its head. Needless to say, there was not a single Low Class Demon could stand a punch from him.
Of course, Basil's fearsomeness had nothing to do with the Demons' courage at all. As the word goes, "He, who thinketh less, hath more bravery," the horde of unintelligent creatures had nothing to fear.
They were born as a natural fighter; they had to struggle ever since they were birthed. Such creatures don't see death as something they need to be afraid of—death always accompanies their step—they are used to it.
The main reason of all this is, of course, their lack of intelligence. They valued themselves too much, they forgot there is always a bigger fish in the ocean.
Their stupidly prideful nature worsen the situation even more. In the end, they are no different than a pawn, a sacrifice, people who held no value over their life.
