Chapter 4054 Holy Stones

As soon as Bacchus finished speaking, the Glede Demons followed suit and spread their wings.

White light flashed on their heads as pairs of white wings wrapped their bodies.

They had merged with the Treacherous Beings named Wolf Owls.

The hostility-level Treacherous Beings were also divided into varying grades—the Wolf Owls were the strongest among all.

With their great size, they wrapped around the Glede Demons like armor, drastically improving their defensive power, strength, and speed.

So long as the Treacherous Beings remained intact, one could say that killing a Glede Demon was nearly impossible.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

The Glede Demons rushed into the air, floating closely behind Bacchus.

As long as the latter gave an order, they would fall like sharp knives and cut the Red Demons to pieces.

But much to their dismay, Bacchus remained silent.

Never before had his intuition failed him.

The Red Demons' performance today was indeed strange.

Tate, in particular, seemed especially strange.

Relying merely on the birdcage wouldn't have given him so much confidence.

He was well aware of Bacchus' strength.

Even in a head-on fight, the Red Demons would also suffer a great loss.

From the looks of it, the Red Demon race still had a backup plan available to them.

"Leader! Let's head down there and charge!" called out one of the Glede Demons.

It was none other than Bacchus' assistant, whose eyes were full of fighting spirit.

"Let's cut these Red Demons to pieces!"

"How dare these guys be so arrogant…"

"They're courting death!"

These Glede Demons had always thought themselves to be the noblest race on the Night View Island. It was only natural that they thought so low of the Red Demon race.

Especially when the latter provoked them—the Glede Demon race had been fully prepared to fight to kill.

But Bacchus seemed to remain rather hesitant.

He looked at the faint smile on Tate's face—the latter must have been scheming.

But what sort of method could the Red Demons have that could allow them to defeat the other race so easily?

No such method existed, as far as Bacchus knew.

At the very least, he had never seen such a thing on the Night View Island.

As Bacchus thought it through, his eyes grew colder and colder.

Then, he spread out his wings.

Under the white light, the wings were like sharp swords that covered him.

The ordinary Glede Demons had merged with Wolf Owls which were hostility-level Treacherous Beings.

Meanwhile, Bacchus had merged with a resentment-level Treacherous Being.

It was the Wolf Owl King!

Its white wings were enchantingly beautiful, decorated with un

o pieces.

Their wings, heads, and torsos were all completely separated.

They died a truly miserable death.

In the first round of charge, the five to six Glede Demons that had rushed to the front lost all protection from the Treacherous Beings and were easily torn to bits.

Behind them, the other Glede Demons were stunned in shock before they suddenly surged high into the sky.

Their speed was so incredible that they almost hit the ceiling of the birdcage in the sudden turn—they had to fly close to the cage walls for a time before they could properly distance themselves from the Red Demon race.

But Bacchus followed closely behind them to charge.

Tate, of course, was his target.

His main goal remained to be the Ghost Mountain—he didn't want to fight hand-to-hand with the Red Demon race.

Once the leader was taken care of, dealing with the rest was a piece of cake. He was stronger than Tate, after all.

After taking care of him, the Red Demons would disperse naturally.

But just as he rushed toward Tate, the latter pulled out a small triangular stone.

In the next moment, the Light of Annihilation struck Bacchus' body with deadly precision.

The Wolf Owl King was a resentment-level Treacherous Being, after all.

It wasn't like a mere hostility-level Treacherous Being that would shatter directly under the Light of Annihilation.

But in an instant, Bacchus felt a heart-wrenching pain from the 'Wolf Owl King.' The latter's wings, feathers, head, and tail all drooped down as if it had lost all strength, slumping onto Bacchus' body like a deflated balloon.

In such a state, the Treacherous Being could no longer protect Bacchus. How could Tate let such an opportunity go to waste?

Like iron pincers, his large hands grabbed at Bacchus' head.