From a distance, the battle between the Heretic Execution Squad and the Tyrant looked spectacular. No, this couldn't be considered a battle. It was the Tyrant being unilaterally abused.
The members of the Heretic Execution Squad weren't particularly powerful attackers. The reason was that none of them had been killed or injured yet. Their strength, which should have combined into one, was currently divided into twelve portions.
Even so, the Heretic Execution Squad's strength was beyond doubt. Their sword techniques were as powerful as startled swans, yet sometimes graceful and nimble.
The execution squad members spread out and launched a series of slashes at the Tyrant in midair. Some spun through the air and delivered downward strikes, while others charged forward when the Tyrant was about to land, then spun like tops and slashed 360 degrees while advancing, sending the Tyrant flying again with their claymores.
If they surrounded the Tyrant and hacked at him from the center, at most six or seven execution squad members would have a chance to attack. But if they slashed him three or four meters into the air, all twelve members could reach him.
When some execution squad members leaped up and flipped over to deliver powerful strikes, the others beneath the Tyrant would thrust their swords upward.
All one could say was that with three healers protecting him, the Tyrant's survivability was indeed formidable. He truly lived up to being a tank in the top echelon of Tier Eight.
The Heretic Execution Squad might not have encountered such a durable enemy for some time, and their coordination grew even more seamless.
Mo Lei watched everything from inside the barrier. She estimated that if the Tyrant were replaced by her, she probably wouldn't last more than a few seconds before leaving this beautiful world.