Ye Li thought that he had underestimated the power of ninth-tier Dark Race members. He had expected that, after the effects of the Berserk Potion wore off, he could at least kill one of them.
He didn't want to continue drinking the Berserk Potion because he might fall into a deep sleep again, and he didn't want to be unconscious for a dozen days or more.
After being hit by the three thousand god and demon phantoms, the ninth-tier Crazy Bull and the ninth-tier heavy sword-wielding undead had the idea of fleeing for their lives.
They didn't know if Ye Li would launch another terrifying attack at them.
At this point, the Apocalypse Legion had killed countless Crazy Bull beings, but their numbers were still overwhelming.
"Dark King Ye Li, for the injuries you inflicted upon me today, I will return them to you a hundredfold in the future. Let's hope we meet again under different circumstances," the ninth-tier Crazy Bull said coldly to Ye Li.