Demon King Eleven's senses had not failed it.
A powerful target was rapidly approaching, at an inconceivable speed.
While it was still wondering who this target could be...
A warrior had already appeared in its field of vision.
"What card is this... that can make a Sword Warrior so fast?"
Demon King Eleven moved at full speed, using the recoil from spewing green poison to dart backward. Experience told it that it should not fear a warrior.
But instinct told it-run, or die.
In the apocalypse, being an elite species was actually an awkward position. Beneath them were countless rare species and common species they could devour.
Yet the gap between elite species and leaders or sovereigns was immense.
Without the Eerie Competition, advancing was difficult.
In this cruel apocalypse with its rigid hierarchy... some people were born leaders, like that man and woman in Moen City.
Some even started out at the Red House level.
Other rare species, and even elite species, might never reach those people's starting point in their entire lives.
As a result, a handful of elite species had developed extraordinarily keen senses to survive, even though they could not match a leader's power.
"I can't beat him... we're not even on the same level. He and I aren't even on the same level!!"
Unlike the demon kings before it, Demon King Eleven decisively concluded that it had to flee.
It spewed green poison repeatedly, then began running for its life without even looking back.
But it was too late.
By the time it sensed Wen Xishu's terrifying presence, it had effectively already heard the gunshot.
Trying to escape now was too late.
The surviving warriors were all thrilled to see Wen Xishu charge in like this...
What kind of Super Saiyan Warrior was this?
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