"Hm? You're ignoring me?"
Li Hao was ambushing the Ancient Demons when he noticed that the other Ancient Demons only shot furious glares at him but didn't attack. It seemed they were unwilling to recklessly break away from the formation.
Seeing this, Li Hao no longer held back, accelerating his onslaught.
"Roar!"
Suddenly, a roar erupted from the black fog. The sound pierced through the air like a sonic boom, and Li Hao felt a stabbing pain in his mind, as if even his soul was trembling and buzzing.
His face turned pale. That First Level Ancient Demon was astonishingly powerful; its mere roar caused dizziness and nausea, while ripples of impact spread through his Primordial Spirit. At close range, it would undoubtedly cause severe damage.
"Run! There are two leaders!"
A middle-aged warrior's voice urgently sounded in Li Hao's mind.
