However, Mo is an assassin, and so is the Golden Mantis. Their clash is not only a contest of strength, but also of hidden methods.
In a battle between assassins, whoever is exposed first is at a disadvantage. Undoubtedly, Mo had already lost most of the battle the moment he appeared.
"Organize a defense! The monsters can't penetrate the level 8 shields!" A dark-skinned young man from the second team took the lead and stood at the very front.
"Pillar, the enemy is at the ninth rank. Let the assassin hold them off while we retreat!" Someone rationally analyzed the pros and cons, and it was clear that sacrificing one person to save the team was the right choice.
"Bullshit! Get this to the top!"
The dark-skinned youth charged forward, dragging his sword – a signature skill of the heavily armored swordsman, a must-have skill, much like the small fireballs used by psionicists.
With a shield in one hand and a heavy sword weighing several hundred pounds in the other, Zhu Zi charged towards the Golden Mantis without hesitation. Seeing this, the others could only grit their teeth and follow suit. Having survived from hundreds of thousands of people, each of them understood the principle of living in the face of death.
With a clang, the halberd sliced away the attacking weapon and appeared atop the pillar in the blink of an eye.
A spirit beast is called a spirit beast because it already possesses intelligence.
"Humans, die!" The Golden Mantis's eyes were filled with savagery. Once, they were slaughtered by humans because they were not yet intelligent. Now, they have enough fortune to take revenge on the humans who once stood at the top of the food chain!
The golden halberd fell, and the pillar was already awaiting death. The difference between the two was too great; the opponent could take his life with a single, gentle strike.
"Pillar!"
The other members of the second team frantically called out the dark-skinned youth's name, but they knew it was futile. The enemy would not show any pity for their pitiful cries; on the contrary, they would only become more brutal and enjoy the thrill of slaughter.
"Divine Wings—Go!"
"Holy Wings - Soldiers!"
Jiang Yuan soared into the air, and the moment the golden blade landed on the pillar's head, Liu Zhaodi used mind control on the Golden Blade Mantis, which unsurprisingly froze for half a second.
"Spring Rain - Quick Draw!"
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