Twenty Immortals lined up spontaneously in front of Xu Fan, their faces tragically resolute.
No matter life or death, at this moment, all the Immortals wanted to end it all swiftly. In the devil's game, death means the end, and more so, liberation.
But before these Immortals, Xu Fan, considered a devil by them, gently closed his eyes.
Xu Fan was not a true devil or demon; everything was just to fight this group of cowardly Immortals.
In the past two years of retreat, Xu Fan rarely took action himself anymore. Facing unbeatable foes, there was no need to fight, and against weak enemies, it was equally unnecessary. Anyone of his subordinates could step forward, and the enemies would be scared witless.
Xu Fan didn't like this feeling.
Because Xu Fan never wanted to be a strategist who planned everything and decided outcomes from a distance.
Xu Fan always revered strength!
