One by one, the monstrous faces bared their fangs and claws, swiftly pouncing toward Adrian and the others.

Slash!

Ash stepped forward, unsheathing his Doomcleaver with a clang. Instantly, many monsters and fiend slaves were killed on the spot. But the old man didn't care about his fiend slaves. His figure flickered, and strange black auras kept appearing. With each eruption, more fiend slaves materialized.

The Netherites beside the old man used similar methods. Under their attacks, the entire valley seemed to transform into a paradise for monsters. Fortunately, these were just monsters, and the strong ones among them could handle it. But Adrian knew that if this continued, it would result in a stalemate, which was bad news. He needed a new strategy.

Adrian quickly devised a plan. "You guys hold off these monsters. I'll deal with the old man's main body." He leaped forward, soaring into the air and charging toward the old man.

"Hmm?" The old man noticed and immediately made a move