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The Death Knights all knew perfectly well that with armor as thick and heavy as theirs, turning over in midair was like making a stone lion walk a tightrope—it was asking the impossible.
They would rather crash heavily into the ground than attempt something they simply could not do.
But the Third Elder's mind had already become twisted, and the thought process he had possessed as a Death Knight had reverted to that of a Necromancer.
That changed everything. He turned over in midair.
Yet with that single turn, there was a crack, and he twisted his waist.
The Long Spear seized that opening and smashed downward, knocking the Third Elder to the ground.
Then the Long Spear spun and thrust at the Third Elder again.
At that moment, the Third Elder also noticed the Long Spear's weakness.
The person controlling it was not particularly tall, while the Long Spear was far too long. After a thrust, the recovery movement would clearly be much larger.
That was the Third Elder's opportunity.
A thought flashed through the Third Elder's mind. Although he no longer had a warhorse, he still possessed the ability to charge. As long as he rushed in front of his enemy and avoided the Long Spear's attack range, with his current strength, anyone would fall in a single blow.
Even the strongest Dual-Headed Bone Dragon could not withstand two of his attacks. What could someone relying on a weapon possibly do?
So the Third Elder immediately got to his feet, dodged the Long Spear's strike with a flash, and then charged forward as he had planned.
After taking one step, the Third Elder saw the person controlling the Long Spear at its far end.
She was a beautiful woman