Upon hearing this, Vite stopped his movents and looked at him.
The long spear in his hand pierced downward fiercely, directly penetrating the Chieftain’s thigh, pinning both legs together.
"Look around, they will all beco sacrifices, and you can’t protect them, you cowardly weakling!"
After saying this, Vite laughed loudly, his expression turning somber as he shouted, "Where is Raelia! Where is that damned woman! Co out! Face !"
"The Night Watcher will arrive soon, and Raelia will chop off your head as a tribute to the deceased clan mbers! Then, she will beco the Chieftain you can only dream of being!"
Enduring pain and agony, the Chieftain provoked the enemy once more.
At this mont, the crazed Vite lowered his head, looking at the nearly half-dead Chieftain.
"In that case, you’re useless."
Saying this, he kicked him away, sending him flying beside the Cultist with a heavy blow that almost twisted his body.
The Cultist looked at him, forcibly pulling a cruel smile on his stiff face.
"Co, let transform you into the abomination of revenge in my hands!"
The blood around, whether from enemies or allies, began to gather.
In the distance, Raelia couldn’t see the battlefield but could only hear the fighting and screams, anxiously pacing back and forth.
"Can’t we go yet? Those people are Cultists, the camp will be destroyed!"
George looked at the channel.
Only after seeing the information he wanted did he imdiately say, "Action!"
Impatient Raelia charged out at once.
Just after rushing out, she could see the camp from afar and shouted loudly.
"Vite! You scar-faced coward, get out here!"
Shouting while rushing, Raelia could already see the horrors in the camp from afar.
In an instant, Vite captured Raelia’s voice.
Laughing maniacally, he unhesitatingly charged forward with his weapon.
The two collided instantly.
"Raelia, weak woman!"
Vite smashed directly down with his weapon, and Raelia, blocking with a long spear, was pushed back a step, caught off guard by the enemy’s power.
Seeing Vite’s current appearance, Raelia looked disgusted, "You now look like a monster, kneeling at the feet of the Evil God, begging for power; you really are a coward."
With that, Raelia stomped hard, and the War Trample imdiately made the surroundings shake.
The long spear in her hand, wrapped in flas, thrust forward.
Facing Raelia’s attack, Vite didn’t intend to block or dodge, also swinging his weapon.
However, contrary to his expectations, Raelia also did not dodge, and both sent their weapons into each other’s bodies.
"It hurts, coward."
Raelia said through gritted teeth enduring the pain, her long spear entwined with Magic Power, instantly spinning as it pierced into the enemy’s body, the scorching flas wreaking havoc inside.
A charred hole appeared on Vite’s body.
Even a body enhanced by the Evil God could not completely withstand such an attack, and he scread in agony.
Seizing this opportunity, Raelia kicked the enemy, sending him flying away.
"Can’t endure even this bit of pain? Go crawl back to cry in your mother’s arms; oh, forgot, your mom’s dead."
Facing Vite, Raelia counted new and old grudges together, rcilessly taunting him between attacks.
She charged directly with her lance.
Magic Power enveloped her, the long spear as the spearhead, like an unstoppable chariot, charged towards the kicked-away Vite.
"Bang!"
The collision produced a strong resonant sound.
Vite’s massive body was knocked flying, with irregular distortions appearing on his chest and front legs.
Like a ragdoll, he was tossed, slamming to the ground and skidding a long distance.
"This, can’t be! My lord, I beg for more power! The power to defeat the enemy!"
"Worthless." A voice echoed in his mind.
But power surged up nonetheless.
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