Chapter 347

Chapter 347: "Hold Him Up"

The moment Blood Puppet heard those words, he was certain that the feathered serpent’s retreat stemmed from fear.

A semi-transparent crystal spear formed in his hand, already aimed at the serpent’s head. However, at that moment, the man on the ground suddenly looked up and directed his gaze at Blood Puppet:

“Hold down the one on the city wall; I’ll be there soon.”

The man’s tone showed no fluctuation and did not seek Blood Puppet’s opinion. It was purely a command.

Surprisingly, Blood Puppet felt no resentment towards it.

He realized that he did not actually mind being commanded or dominated, as long as the person demonstrated the necessary skill, much like the man below him.

After showcasing a survival ability stronger than his own, Blood Puppet instinctively wanted to follow that command.

Instead of thinking about superiority or hierarchy, Blood Puppet was more focused on the other man’s wording.

“Hold down”… does he believe I have no decisive role in the battle?

Blood Puppet contemplated this, his caution rising another level, while also kindling a desire to prove himself.

He looked toward the city wall several hundred meters away, where another fierce and desperate battlefield raged.

Blood Puppet quickly accelerated, launching the spear meant to pierce the serpent’s head; the sharp tip flew straight toward the Horned Demon’s head.

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“Cough, cough.”

A mouthful of blood mixed with unidentified substances dripped from the corner of "Survivor’s" mouth, falling onto his hand, which was noticeably larger than an average human’s.

"Survivor" could not fathom why such a powerful extraordinary beast would exist.

Or rather, his understanding of Fifth Level extraordinary beasts had been based solely on reports; despite having prepared himself, he underestimated the battle’s difficulty.

It wasn’t until the Horned Demon lifted him in its grasp, leaving him unable to escape or die, that he truly realized the gravity of his misjudgment.

But… it was already too late.

“Your ability is too weak.”

The Horned Demon taunted, intending to fling "Survivor" away when it noticed a hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth.

Meanwhile, the brightness around the western city wall seemed to be steadily declining.

Although he didn’t fully understand what was about to happen, the ominous feeling that arose made the Horned Demon instinctively heighten its vigilance.

It tossed aside the uncertain fate of "Survivor" and continued advancing toward Wang Xiao nearby, wondering what hidden cards the others might still possess.

Just as it prepared to spread its wings for another charge, a golden flash erupted from behind.

Instinctively, the Horned Demon turned its body, realizing that its right wing had fallen onto the city wall, the severed end not bleeding but having solidified into a mass of black substance.

Turning its head, the Horned Demon saw a man with light golden hair, clad in a combat suit for superpowered individuals, standing at another battlefield a hundred meters away.

The immense glow around him seemed to undergo a strange refraction, coalescing into a dazzling light sword without a physical form in his hand.

The man skillfully controlled the infinitely long sword made of light, effortlessly harvesting the lives of countless extraordinary beasts while remaining alert to the Horned Demon’s potential retaliation.

The battle on the city wall had continued for some time, and Ink Drench, who was of no help to the situation, along with several ordinary soldiers, had pulled back.

At present, Wang Xiao, the Shadow Master, and Fresnel, who rushed to the scene, had joined the fight, barely resisting the extraordinary beasts’ attacks through their well-trained coordination.

As it approached one o’clock in the afternoon, the sky around the western city wall appeared to grow dimmer.

After effortlessly bisecting dozens of extraordinary beasts, Fresnel’s gaze turned toward the Horned Demon, his eyes filled with a murderous intent that almost radiated.

Then, a blazing light that could melt gold and pierce stone surged toward the beast.

With its obvious strengths and weaknesses, Fresnel became one of the few superpowered individuals currently capable of breaking the Horned Demon’s defenses.

However, the reflexes of a Fifth Level extraordinary beast were much faster than those of ordinary superpowered individuals. Even after having had a wing severed by a surprise attack, the beast managed to evade most of the incoming strikes with great difficulty.

Another flash of light passed by; the Horned Demon instinctively dodged, but the tip of its tail still suffered slight carbonization from the burn.

Not far away, although Fresnel outwardly displayed an air of lethal intent, inside, he was just as shaken as the discarded "Survivor."

While others could only observe to gauge his power during the day, Fresnel, as the wielder of that power, understood how devastating the beam had become under his precise control.

Before arriving here, the midday sunlight had allowed him to effortlessly burn a Third Level Giant Eagle soaring in the sky into a lump of black, hardened mass.

But now, facing this Fifth Level beast, it could not only evade almost all his attacks, but the damage it sustained from the beam was also far less than that of typical extraordinary beasts.

Bending light toward a specified direction required exceptionally precise control, which kept Fresnel and the Horned Demon at a close distance of nearly a hundred meters.

With the assistance of his technological goggles, this distance represented his limit for precisely manipulating his power against a Fifth Level extraordinary beast while ensuring his own safety.

Yet the beast seemed unfazed by Fresnel’s repeated disturbances and attacks; its attention remained solely on Wang Xiao and the Shadow Master, as if it held some obsession with the two.

At that moment, Fresnel’s goggles detected an object speeding toward him from above, and he glanced quickly before holding his breath, forcibly compressing the beam’s diameter again and targeting the Horned Demon’s lower back to launch an attack.

Unsurprisingly, the Horned Demon dodged the beam of light, allowing it to strike a distant group of extraordinary beasts setting up a ladder, incinerating them on the spot.

Having narrowly escaped this attack, the Horned Demon turned its body, its deep red head resembling one that had been skinned, now displaying a sinister yet mocking smile.

This was something it had just learned from the defeated "Survivor."

“Pfft!”

The Horned Demon glanced down, feeling a sudden bulge in its chest. Something beneath its tough, deep red skin seemed ready to pierce through.

In an instant, it realized that the recent beam was merely a bait designed to provoke a dodging action, while what followed was the true meal.