A large wave of Demon Soldiers rushed in, but there was no panic on Yang Yu's face.
Beside him, He Meng spun in place, swinging her hands and stirring up a ring made of water, which scattered in all directions, sticking to one demon after another as they charged, knocking them to the ground.
"What's this sticky, gooey stuff?"
A fallen Demon Soldier reached out to touch the slime, trying to scrape the viscous liquid off his body. However, the moment his fingers met the slime, blue smoke rose from them—the powerful acid of unknown composition instantly corroded his fingers, making him let out a scream of agony.
The scream shook quite a few demons' will to attack, but a large number still stepped over the fallen Demon Soldiers and launched their assault on Yang Yu.
"This is a bit different from what I pictured..."
"Do I really have to beat a Demon Clan cadre head‑on in proper fashion before they'll recognize my strength and back off?"
