Viktor's eyes narrowed, and he suddenly looked at the scene in the picture.

Gu Li and Henry clashed again, and the surrounding small spaceships were almost all crashed as a result. Victor clicked his tongue as he looked at Gu Li's pale, almost transparent face.

Even when they're this weak, they still possess such terrifying power.

Sasha was referring to the area directly above the battlefield, where from their perspective, all they could see was a small, moving black dot. The camera in the live stream was gradually manipulated to move upwards.

[This is???]

[No! This is the crucial moment!!!]

[No, did someone fall from above...?]

[Vocal, really! Was it a fall from a building?!]

[This looks familiar. I remember Lili landing like this too?]

[Those mentioned earlier, how many people in the world have a body as strong as a chestnut?]

The camera zoomed in rapidly as the person landed.

The man, dressed in a sophisticated dark brown suit and holding a cane, looked directly at the camera as if sensing something, his rectangular eyes flashing with a twisted power.

The newcomer's dark brown coat billowed high in the wind, his black hair parted to reveal his wheat-colored skin and handsome, deep-set eyes.

Then, witnessed by countless people, it landed like a god on the roof of the low building between Gu Li and Henry.

The two fighters, locked in a fierce battle, were forced to call a truce.

Amidst a cloud of dust, the clattering of hooves gradually echoed as the steady footsteps of some creature pierced the air. A tall, elegant figure emerged from the dust, appearing before the crowd.

The handsome man with slightly dark skin didn't even glance at Henry, who looked like he was facing a formidable enemy. He walked up to Gu Li first, took Gu Li's right hand, which was bleeding profusely, with his white-gloved hand, and knelt down on one knee.

His proud and noble head lowered slightly as he pressed on Gu Li's wound, completely unconcerned that his white gloves were gradually stained with bright red.

"Sorry I'm late."

He moved his lips towards Gu Li's wound, and the wound on the back of his hand stopped bleeding.

Eric raised his head and met Gu Li's sky-blue eyes, his rectangular pupils filled with surging anger: "As your subject, leave these scum to me."

Gu Li felt her wounds begin to heal with Eric's whispers. She subconsciously wanted to refuse, but Eric's threatening gaze and languid tone appeared in her mind at the same time.

He Shiyi: "If you don't want to rest, how about I help you solve this?"

Gu Li reluctantly shut his mouth and nodded.

Eric straightened up and casually patted Gu Li's head with his clean hand before turning and walking towards Henry Witt.

Henry, who had stopped a few meters away, glanced at the two men, a hint of regret in his eyes. He gripped his bone whip and said, "Looks like my opponent has changed?"

Eric stood in the wind, one hand on his chest, leaning slightly forward, his voice carrying a calm and noble air: "Unwelcome guest, allow me to introduce you, Rossini Eric, Miss Gu Li's subject."

He simply stood there, rendering all of Henry Witte's carefully crafted performance useless. This profound elegance and restraint in every gesture caused the smile on Henry Witte's face to gradually fade.

Henry's bone whip slammed against the ground with a sharp clanging sound. He licked his teeth and said, "I hate aristocrats like you the most. Let's see if you can still keep that expression up!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Henry's figure disappeared from the spot. Eric calmly raised his cane and gently tapped it on the ground, and black mist spread out from his feet.

"Shattered".

The moment Henry landed, the ground beneath his feet shattered and caved in. He paused, and a sharp whooshing sound came from his side.

His expression changed, and he forcibly used his ability again to disappear from the spot. The slender sword blade gleamed with silver light. Eric watched his disappearing figure: "Was that teleportation?"

"Hahaha, so what if you know? Go ahead and beat me if you dare!"

Henry's voice came from behind him again. Gu Li quietly observed the battle and drank all the nutrient solution that was stuffed into his hand.

She tossed the last empty bottle aside, slowly straightened up, and sighed softly, "I told you I hate this stuff."

After Eric arrived, the dozens of small spaceships that had been calmly waiting around could no longer sit still, and tall, fully armed soldiers emerged one after another.

They cautiously maintained a safe distance from the three men, holding strangely shaped guns in their hands, filling the guns with tubes of clear liquid and aiming them at the three men.

Can't distinguish between friend and foe?

Gu Li's forehead twitched.

She gripped the longsword at her side again and took two steps toward the crowd of Grantham's men who had gathered there.

Suddenly, a hand landed on her shoulder, and a deep, enchanting voice whispered in her ear: "Stop."

The group of people who had pointed their guns at them stiffened for a moment. Their bodies and brains went in opposite directions. Even though their brains were frantically issuing commands, their hands still uncontrollably lowered the guns.

They stared at Eric intently, their reason fading, leaving only naked fanaticism and obsession in their eyes.

Henry Witt snorted and suddenly appeared not far away, forcefully lashing out with his bone whip. The soldier, who was standing dumbfounded on the edge of the rooftop, was still immersed in his pleasant, dreamlike fantasy.

Where they were whipped with bone whips, the flesh and skin separated from the bone instantly, like bones that had been stewed until tender.

Gu Li saw the sky filled with crimson, and her pupils dilated instantly.

Henry stood gleefully amidst the rain of blood, took a deep breath, and looked at the remaining conscious people: "Do you still want me to take you back?"

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