Compared to humans, the most terrifying thing about the Devil Race was their innate talent for battle. Regardless of gender or age, all of them could take part in combat. The Devil Race's gifts were far beyond anything humans could compare to; even without any training, they could become powerful warriors.
The Rook Tribe's innate gift lay in their four spike-like arms. Their frontal combat strength was not particularly strong, but they excelled at ambushes. When they raised all four arms above their heads and pressed them together, they could burrow rapidly through the ground, moving as fast as a running man. When they suddenly launched attacks from below, they were impossible to guard against.
At that moment, Long Haochen's group of five was surrounded by no fewer than sixteen or seventeen Rook Tribe warriors. A few spikes had failed to burst from the ground, clearly belonging to those killed by Long Haochen's earlier direct counterattack against the earth.
The instant these Rook Tribe warriors burst from the ground, they screeched and charged at Long Haochen's group. Their spikes gleamed with icy, chilling light, looking overwhelmingly fierce.
Since the enemies had emerged from all directions, everyone except Lin Jialu had to fight on their own. Though they were somewhat nervous, they were all Fourth Order professionals after all. They did not act rashly, maintaining their formation and protecting Lin Jialu in the center as they raised their weapons.
The first to attack was Haoyue beside Long Haochen. Both large heads lifted at once. Little Fire opened its mouth and spat out a fireball, while Little Light refused to be outdone, firing a Light Arrow that shot forth even faster.
Because Haoyue's two heads each possessed their own thoughts, Long Haochen had named them according to their attributes: Little Fire and