Su Qingsheng tore the snake-man apart before the battle ended, but the price he paid was quite heavy.

He cut off his own arms six times, his own legs four times, and his tail twice. The flesh he cut off could make up two of him.

Many scales were peeled off, and the eyes were blasted open. Although they grew back quickly, the pain was real.

As soon as he returned to the city wall, weakened, another titled warrior charged out from the orc camp opposite.

It was a tiger-man, whose aura was not as strong as that of a snake-man. It was probably only a titled one that had comprehended two levels of profound meaning, but it was still a very difficult opponent for the weakened Su Qing.

The tiger-man was also very wary of Su Qing.

According to what he knew, three of his compatriots had already fallen to that dragon, and none of them were weaker than him. The snake-man who had just been torn apart was even stronger than him.

Although the dragon in front of him looked weak, he was so intimidated that he dared not step forward for a moment, and urged his soldiers to charge.

The battle continued, with the roar of artillery fire filling the air.

Finally, the battle intensified again, and the tiger-man had no choice but to charge onto the battlefield.

This is war, not child's play. Even if he doesn't want to, he has to go forward and fight.

Su Qing felt his injuries had completely healed, but the depletion caused by the regeneration of his flesh and blood made him feel weak.

"Or let me do it!"

A woman's voice came from inside the wooden box, seemingly worried about Su Qing's health.

"Forget it!"

Su Qing pouted: "If your identity is exposed, that will be even more troublesome!"

Continuing to charge into battle, Su Qing confronted the tiger-man this time, but did not rashly start a fight.

The tiger-man seemed pleased with this, and the two looked at each other.