With the death of the bat king, the bat clan that had invaded the Forest of Truth was completely annihilated. His final attempt to trade his life for Mike's was nothing but an illusion, falling short.
Hiding in the shadows, Mike continued to watch his prey.
"Three ninth-tier Battle Chiefs, six mid-tier Battle Chiefs, fourteen low-tier Battle Chiefs..."
There were still twenty-three Battle Chiefs left on the field.
The shadow fox king's subordinates, some Battle Chiefs, were still at a distance, not yet engaged in the battle. Even so, dealing with the remaining ones was a daunting task for Mike.
The damage from the Battle Lord scrolls had subsided, and the green glow on the demon creatures was slowly fading. However, the slow debuff remained, making the Battle Chiefs move as if in slow motion.
"Stupid bat, thought he was clever!" The minotaur demon king cursed, a hint of schadenfreude in his tone.
