Demon of the Ruined Control

Just as Lu Yuan fell into a bitter struggle, Jin Bote, who had been cowering off to the side and watching, was nearly scared unconscious, his face filled with terror.

What level of monsters were these two?!

One could teleport instantly, while the other moved at sub-light speed, leaving ghostly afterimages across his retinas.

Even more terrifyingly, "Bai Diao" kept dying of old age, then coming back to life.

And Man-Eating Flowers sprouted from the corpses scattered across the ground.

The little giant, meanwhile, was slowly aging.

This did not look good...

The alarms outside had already stopped ringing. The army had fallen into a state of terror; charging in would only mean death. In truth, the moment they sensed this horrifying field, fear would arise in their hearts. The chances of them rushing in were slim.

"Damn it, Bai Diao is actually this powerful... The Red Giant is no match for him!!"

"Bullet Time! He has Bullet Time!" Jin Bote shouted through clenched teeth. "And a psychic ability! As long as you trust him, you'll be controlled!"

"And an ability that transfers bodies... Be careful! He might have other abilities too!"

Lu Yuan was struck by another punch, and another black spot appeared on his skin.

The black spots on his skin linked together, forming patches of purple-black matter. A dark, decaying aura spread through the air.

It looked as though he was about to lose.

If his combat experience had not been rich enough, those repeated ghostlike attacks might well have thrown him into disarray.

Unfortunately, this grueling battle instead filled the earliest warrior of the Ninth Era with long-lost excitement. It was as if he had returned to that age of slash-and-burn farming, when everything depended on oneself, when failure in a hunt meant death. Blood