This small squad of Demons wasn't very powerful. They looked like they were all at the second rank.
Their leader, the Horned Demon, was a bit better, at the 3rd rank.
From their circumstances, they had probably suffered a loss while attacking the capital.
Marvin didn't feel like taking care of such small fries, but it would be a simple matter to do so.
The refugees were shocked to see a shadow leap out of nowhere and scatter the Demons just like an autumn wind sweeping across fallen leaves.
Using Cold Light's Grasps to kill these Demons was just like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut: it was overkill.
In just seconds, the heads of all the Demons had fallen on the ground and only Isabelle was left calmly standing there.
Everyone froze there like they were unable to comprehend what had just happened.
