"Oh, right, right, right!"

Bourne slapped his forehead, suddenly remembering that it was almost daytime, and quickly greeted Fagga:

"Um, Grandpa, let's talk another time. I'm going to die if we don't leave now."

"By the way, here's a really useful little trick for you. Before using the internal blood dye, remember to bleed the skin first."

After saying that, Bourne turned his back and crashed into the spatial rift, disappearing from sight.

"you..."

Enraged, Fagar was about to unleash a furious curse when the Thracian attacked again, his spear tip gathering lightning. With a powerful thrust, the spear blazed with dazzling light.

Faced with such a powerful attack, Fagar did not retreat but advanced, sidestepping the sharpest spear tip.

Despite the deafening roar of thunder in his ears, Fagar gritted his teeth and endured the numbness in half of his head, slashing his sword straight at the Thracian head!

One strike, and he's dead!

But the Thracians, having inherited the name of a legendary warrior race, possessed exceptionally rich combat experience. With a flash of nuclear light, they quickly calculated the longsword's trajectory, and immediately raised their other, metallic hand to block in front of their neck.

It had calculated that with its current strength, it was impossible for Ephraim to cut off its hand and neck in an instant.

At most, they'll cut off the arm, but the blade will get stuck in the neck.

The Thracians were filled with unease, and within their restless cores, a sudden flash of red light revealed their intense excitement.

If Fagar pauses even for a moment, prepare to face the Thracians' relentless onslaught, like a raging river!

However... the long sword turned into a stick halfway through.

Thracians: ?

It's not quite the same as what I calculated!

But in a life-or-death battle without a referee, it was assumed that AlphaGo cheated. Not only did they get a red card, but they couldn't even pause and restart.

Moreover, Fagga did not cheat; this is the upgraded Kunmutu, the power of change and fusion!

Bang!

With a single blow, the Thracian was swept away like a kite with a broken string.

The attack had even come incredibly close to the [core], causing the Thracians to lose their balance for a brief moment.

Is it out of balance?

Then don't blame me!

With a flick of his wrist, Fagga's long staff transformed into a sniper rifle, its scope flashing with a menacing glint.

"Die!"

Fagar aimed and immediately pulled the trigger.

Hi, Creator!

The adorable black-clad fighter suddenly appeared in the frame, completely oblivious to kinetic energy, and bit the bullet.

Glug!

Blackfa swallowed it, tapped his lips with his index finger, and involuntarily smacked his lips, saying with some lingering satisfaction: "The Hellfire-flavored Aether Bullet is delicious!"

Eating too much of this can easily cause internal heat...

Blackfa lowered his head and spread his hands flat.

A powerful aura immediately burst forth from its intact body—its power at its peak!

Blackfa licked its lips, folded its wings slightly to gather strength, and stared intently at Fagar with its scarlet eyes. In the center of its hand, which was shrouded in black smoke, a purple sphere was gathering.

However, it would be even better if the Creator could bestow a few more!

call out!

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Black Fa teleported in front of Fa Jia and threw a punch.

Faga tried to block with the sniper rifle, but his defenses were pierced by a single palm strike, and he was sent flying backward.

"The energy consumption... is too high..."

As Black Mage lunged at him like a mad dog, Faga's gaze involuntarily shifted to Black Mage's right hand.

In its palm, it was holding a purple sphere.

boom!