Those seniors were expressionless as they walked across space. Their existences were like huge mountains that oppressed their enemies, making it hard for them to breathe.
The four old women of the demon race had already used up all their power breaking out of the encirclement before. Their bodies were covered in wounds. As for the seven seniors in front of them, they were originally not inferior to them in any way. If they were to battle, the results would be obvious.
"There's no need to kill them. Just capture a few…" the purple-clothed maiden laughed, looking like a sprite as her clothes and hair fluttered.
The demon race's women all sighed inside. They knew there was no way for them to win. If they were to fight, the only result would be their deaths. These few people had already experienced countless things, and they knew that dying here had no meaning. In the end, they decided to try fleeing.
