Fang Hong restrained his emotions and returned to a calm and sowhat cold deanor, gently lowering his left hand, the tal glove clinking softly.
The girl's slender body, with a luxurious silver appearance, twelve blades clattered as they aligned, with their edges interlaced, reflecting a cold light in the darkness. The 'ssenger' stepped back, though already at the end of his path, yet there was not a trace of fear on his pale face as he tossed the Skeleton Staff in his hand. The skull shattered against the rock wall upon impact.
Under Fang Hong's command, six Energy Angels simultaneously lowered their center of gravity, their silver eyes flickering, entering the final stance before the attack. The 'ssenger' raised his hand, his right hand forming a blade, and with a hoarse voice, he roared: "In the nas of the Giant Dragon and the Undead Beast, Supre Lord Andron, respond to my call—!"
He stabbed a knife into his own chest.
But the scene of blood splattering did not occur. The 'ssenger's' hand seed to turn into a puff of smoke, piercing into his equally vaporous chest, and when he looked up again, an odd smile appeared on his pale face.
Bang——
There seed to be an echo in the darkness.
Like the beat of a massive heart, making everyone's heart skip a beat.
Fang Hong shook his head slightly, almost thinking he saw an illusion. It seed as if sothing in the darkness was watching each of them, but when he looked there, it was just an empty rock wall.
Only then did he recover his senses, looking towards the 'ssenger' not far away.
The latter's face was twisted with pain, yet there was a bizarre smile deep in his eyes, his voice low and hoarse, nearly cracking—he sneered:
"It's too early to be happy, kid."
Fang Hong just took a light breath.
His mind remained calm as usual, which was one of the strongest proof that the Summoners System was connected to the world's root. The mont the opponent was marked as a Lord Level creature, everyone knew that his power had another source.
Otherwise, he would not deserve this title. But Fang Hong never had the habit of waiting for his opponent to prepare, not waiting for the 'ssenger' to finish his nonsense, he had already beckoned, and the six Energy Angels crisscrossed, launching an attack.
Amidst a flurry of light and shadow, the blades flashed silver, as if weaving threads of silver in the darkness.
But at this mont, the 'ssenger', with the hand through his chest, seed to have acquired a transcendent ability of perception, able to distinguish the true bodies of the Energy Angels from the phantoms through mory and perception. He sidestepped, and simultaneously, with astonishing spell-casting speed, summoned a bone spear in his left hand.
Then he flung it forward—
The bone spear swiftly flew towards one Energy Angel, causing a flicker of the force field ring above the tal girl's head, forcing her to retreat. However, the bone spear still grazed past her waist, leaving a gash about an inch deep.
Fang Hong frowned slightly, and with a gesture, a beam of light shot from the darkness, shining on the Energy Angel's wound—it was the Engineering Machine beginning remote repair.
anwhile, the 'ssenger's' previous backward movent inadvertently dodged the attack from the only real body amongst the three Energy Angels behind him. After exchanging rounds of attacks, the 'ssenger' couldn't find ti to attack Fang Hong for the first ti.
However, Fang Hong obviously didn't gain any advantage either.
Fang Hong glanced at the opponent with slight astonishnt, that force in the darkness had not yet revealed other abilities, but it had already amplified the opponent's perception ability by hundreds, even thousands, of tis.
In his mory, he had never heard of such power before.
Moreover, who is this Supre Lord Andron?
He hadn't heard of such a na either.
This thought flashed through his mind but didn't affect his actions in the slightest. With a soft press of his left hand, the Energy Angels that had missed their mark regained their balance and, under his intentional control, comnced attacking the 'ssenger' in staggered dual rounds.
Giving the opponent no chance to fight back.
The offensive was in full swing, but the magic power was depleting rapidly—
The combat reached a stalemate for a mont. However, the 'ssenger' did not seem in a hurry, slowly pulling his hand out of his chest—and in the darkness, that force seed to be growing stronger, to the point where everyone in the mine could hear the sound of a heavy and powerful heartbeat drawing nearer.
"His summoned creature is getting stronger," a sowhat anxious voice of the Archer ca over the communication channel: "We're about to be overwheld."
Fang Hong didn't answer.
Now everyone needed to put forth their utmost effort, no need for him to offer comfort.
On the other hand, the 'ssenger' also frowned slightly. After several rounds of exchanging skills, he was sowhat puzzled to find that his bone spear and Undead Spells didn't seem to cause the expected effects.
He clearly rembered hitting those strange Constructs several tis, but looking closely, there were no wounds beneath the opponent's silver exterior at all?
Fang Hong keenly noticed this.
Suddenly, he understood why—Undead Wizards are more sensitive to life, and Flexible Constructs do not possess life characteristics. The remote repair light is too faint, so the 'ssenger's' scouting ability with normal vision is not much stronger than ordinary people.
In simple terms, that 'ssenger' apparently hadn't realized until now that there was an Engineering Machine hiding in the darkness constantly healing the Energy Angels.
This realization made his eyebrows rise slightly, his heart settled a bit more.
He was also waiting for an opportunity.
And it was precisely at this mont that the 'ssenger' finally pulled his right hand out of his chest, holding a mass of pitch-black light, seemingly throbbing with rhythm like a sound, strong and powerful heart.
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