All the cars that were about to crash into Blackfa were pierced in an instant, like kites with broken strings, and floated down lightly.
Blackie landed and stepped on another car.
It proudly raised its head, as if to say something.
Creator, I foresaw your attack!
However, just as all the vehicles blocking Blackfa's path fell down, a sudden iron fist came flying at him.
The enormous mechanical arm clenched into a fist, and the immense power it exerted had the strength to shake mountains!
Blackfa's eyes widened immediately as he watched the iron fist get closer and closer.
It didn't anticipate this move!
But at the crucial final moment, Blackfa suddenly punched himself in the stomach, instantly creating a hole, and Blackfa immediately reached in with his claws to grab inside.
In no time, it scooped out a clump of sticky substance, which dripped from its fingers, drip-drip-drip.
I really don't want to use the most primordial etheric matter in my body.
But what can you do when the enemy is the Creator? If you don't take it seriously, you really will be killed!
Blackfa chuckled, then suddenly flicked his hand, sending the viscous substance flying out like splashed ink.
But before it had flown very far, it instantly burst into flames, and the iron fist that came straight at it was burned into a pool of molten iron the moment it made contact, falling straight down.
【Hehehe!】
Black Law laughed wildly.
[You wouldn't believe it, Creator! Vampires can even fling out their own organs as a means of fighting for their lives!]
"I really didn't expect that."
Suddenly, a detached voice drifted from Blackfa's ear.
Blackfa's laughter immediately froze, and he stared blankly ahead—in the direction of the cockpit.
The Creator is not here!
Well!
Suddenly, Blackfa's eyes widened, and he looked down in disbelief.
A long sword pierced through his chest.
The originally silver-white blade was now covered with purple ethereal matter.
"It seems that I was the one who was more skilled in the end."
Fagar stood behind Black Fagar and, taking advantage of his unpreparedness, immediately reached out and grabbed Black Fagar's neck, then kicked him, forcing Black Fagar to kneel on one knee.
Faga tilted his head, drew his long sword, and immediately pressed it against Black Fa's neck, squinting as he said:
"After all, I didn't grow up in a vampire clan, so I don't know many of the vampires' abilities."
"But how did you know that, and why did you have to go to such a disgusting way?"
[What's disgusting? It's a necessary survival tactic!]
Because his neck was being choked, Blackfa even had difficulty speaking.
The vampire race is powerful, and they are particular about appearances. But, Creator, do you perhaps believe that flashy moves are more effective in attack?
[It's not that the simpler something is, the harder it is to overcome; these are skills I learned while facing thousands of enemies!]
"I see, thank you for your guidance."
Fagga nodded, suddenly realizing that what Black Fagga said made a lot of sense.
But his hands weren't idle either; he slashed Blackfa's neck with a single stroke.
In an instant, his head rolled to the ground.
The light in Blackfa's eyes gradually faded.
The killings are complete, it's over...
As Blackfa's body gradually became ethereal, turning into specks of etheric matter that floated into the air, Fagar couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, all was well and Blackfa did not suffer any serious harm by eating Yihai to recover himself.
"You succeeded, let's go home..."
Fagga stretched comfortably and looked up at the sun in the sky.
The morning sun is not like the midday sun; it is gentle and dazzling.
But it's not glaring.
Fagga murmured, "It doesn't seem so bad after all... Hmm!"
Suddenly, Fagga's eyes widened as he stared blankly at his stomach.
Another silver-white spear pierced through his abdomen from behind!
Fagar instinctively gripped the tip of the gun, turning his head away in shock and anger.
Just then, they saw the Thracians, who had been forgotten by Fagar, floating here.
It pierced Fagga's abdomen with a single thrust, then picked up Black Fagga's head and body, respectfully placing the head back onto the body.
Then, under Fagga's astonished gaze...
The Thracian ripped off his own arm, threw it on the ground, crushed it with his foot, and fed it to the Blackfa.
Suddenly, Blackfa's eyes flashed, and the drifting ethereal matter abruptly stopped dissipating and returned to Blackfa's body.
The next moment, Black Mage tilted his head slightly and smiled:
[I'm sorry, Creator, but I'm afraid I'm going to win this round.]
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