The moment he heard these words, "Blood Puppet" was absolutely certain that Quetzalcoatl's retreat was due to fear.
A translucent crystal spear condensed in his hand, ready to be aimed at the snake's head. However, at this moment, the man on the ground suddenly looked upward and to the side, looking at the "blood puppet":
"Hold the one on the wall, I'll be there soon."
There was no ups and downs in the man's tone, and he was not seeking the opinion of the "Blood Puppet", but rather spoke in a purely commanding tone.
But surprisingly, the "Blood Puppet" did not have the slightest aversion to this.
Only then did he realize that deep down he was not opposed to being commanded or ruled by others, but the prerequisite was that that person must perform at the expected level, like the person below.
After he showed a survivability stronger than his own, the "Blood Puppet" subconsciously wanted to follow the orders given by him.
Rather than the so-called hierarchy, the "Blood Puppet" cares more about the other party's wording.
"Delay"... Does he think that he can't play a decisive role in the battle?
Thinking so, the "Blood Puppet" raised his vigilance to a higher level, and at the same time, he also developed a desire to prove his victory.
He looked towards the city wall a few hundred meters away, where there was also a tragic and anxious battlefield.
The "Blood Puppet" quickly accelerated, and the spear that was originally intended to pierce the snake's head was thrown out with all its might, with the sharp tip pointing directly at the head of the sheep-headed man.
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“Ahem.”
A mouthful of blood foam mixed with unknown substances flowed from the corner of his mouth and dripped onto the palm that was much larger than that of a normal human.
The "fittest" could not imagine why there was such a powerful beast.
Or perhaps his previous understanding of the fifth energy level was entirely based on reports. Even though he had made sufficient preparations in his heart, he still underestimated the difficulty of the battle.
It was not until he was held in the hands of the goat-headed demon, unable to live or die, that he truly realized how serious the consequences of his misjudgment were.
But...it's too late.
"Your ability is too weak."
After saying this humiliating sentence, the goat-headed demon was about to throw away the "Fittest" in his hand, but he saw a smile on the corner of the other party's mouth.
At the same time, the brightness near the west city wall...seems to be decreasing.
Although he didn't fully understand what was going to happen, the bad omen that appeared in his mind made the goat-headed demon subconsciously alert.
After casually throwing away the "fittest" whose life or death was unknown, the sheep-headed demon continued to approach Wang Xiao who was not far away, wondering if the other party had any hidden cards.
Just as it was about to spread its wings and charge forward again, a golden flash appeared behind it.
Subconsciously turning his body to the side, the goat-headed demon discovered that his right wing had already landed on the city wall. No body fluids flowed out of the broken part, and it had even condensed into a mass of black substance.
The goat-headed demon turned his head and saw a man with light blond hair and wearing a super-powered combat suit standing on another battlefield a hundred meters away.
The light within the huge area seemed to be refracted strangely, condensing into an intangible, dazzling sword in his hand.
The man controlled the infinitely long giant sword made of light very skillfully. While wantonly reaping the lives of countless exotic beasts, he was also on guard against the revenge of the sheep-headed demon.
The battle on the city wall had been going on for some time. Jinmo and a group of ordinary soldiers, who were of no help here, had retreated to the surrounding areas.
Wang Xiao, Shadow Master, and Fresnel who had rushed over after hearing the news had already joined the battlefield, relying on the well-trained cooperation among humans to barely resist the attack of the strange beast.
It was one o'clock in the afternoon, and the sky around the entire west city wall seemed to have darkened a little.
After casually chopping off dozens of strange beasts on the spot, "Fresnel" looked in the direction of the sheep-headed demon, with murderous intent in his eyes that was almost blinding.
Then, a blazing light that could melt gold and penetrate stone swept over.
"Fresnel", whose strengths and weaknesses are extremely obvious, has become one of the few super-powered people among the people currently participating in the battle who can break the defense of the sheep-headed demon.
However, the reaction speed of the fifth-level beast is much faster than that of ordinary super-powered people. Even though one of its wings had just been cut off due to a sneak attack and not knowing the opponent's abilities, after he reacted, his speed was still so fast that it was difficult for him to be hit by the lightsaber.
Another ray of light flashed by, and the goat-headed demon dodged subconsciously, but the end of its tail still showed some carbonization due to burning.
Although "Fresnel" not far away had a murderous look on the surface, he was actually more shocked than the "Fittest" who had been thrown to the ground.
Others may only be able to determine the strength of his ability during the day through observation, but Fresnel, as the owner of the ability, knows best how much destructive power is contained in the light column that has been compressed to the limit of his ability.
Before coming here, the midday sun allowed him to easily burn a third-level giant eagle flying in the sky into a black lump.
The fifth-level creature in front of him was not only able to dodge almost all attacks, but also suffered much less damage after being hit by the beam of light than ordinary beasts.
Making the air refract in a specified direction actually requires very precise operations, so "Fresnel" and the goat-headed demon always maintain a distance of nearly 100 meters.
With the help of technological goggles, this distance is the limit of his ability to precisely control the fifth-level alien beast and ensure his own safety.
But the opponent did not seem to be angered by Fresnel's repeated harassment and attacks. From beginning to end, his eyes were only on Wang Xiao and the "Shadow Master" who were fighting back and pulling, as if he had some obsession with these two.
At this moment, Fresnel's goggles captured an object flying at high altitude. Fresnel took a glance and held its breath, forcibly compressing the diameter of the light beam again and launching an attack on the lower back of the goat-headed demon.
Not surprisingly, the goat-headed demon dodged the beam of light, allowing it to hit a group of strange beasts that were building a ladder far behind them, burning them on the spot.
The goat-headed man dodged the attack and turned around. A sinister yet mocking smile appeared on his deep red head, as if his skin had been peeled off.
This is what it had just learned from its defeated opponent.
"puff!"
The goat-headed demon looked downward and saw a large bulge suddenly appear on his chest. It seemed as if something was about to stick out from under the tough, crimson skin.
It suddenly realized that the beam of light just now was just foreplay to lure it into evading, and this attack was the real meal.
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