Gao Linzhi shook his head when he saw this.
Clearly, this pawn was half-ruined.
His mind had been eroded by power. The moment he saw a health bar, he chose to solve the problem through brute force.
Yet he had forgotten that he could ask first.
It was just like those emperors who became so arrogant that they believed everything could be solved through force—until someone solved them instead, and only then did they realize something was wrong.
At that moment, the phantom suddenly appeared before Haoran with a sword in one hand. A single strike knocked him down, after which it Teleported back to Zhang Mingzhen's side and attacked in the same manner.
Fortunately, he had been prepared. The instant the phantom approached, he launched a counterattack.
Could this be a world where he alone would die?
Haoran had fallen to the ground yet again. His expression was numb and stiff. He had clearly done nothing, yet had become the first target to be slain.
Could this leader specifically target the weak?
He stared at the newly emerged red phantom. It had no facial features, and its entire body seemed to be made of pure energy.
Since it had manifested from the giant sword, perhaps it was the ability contained within that sword.
Unexpectedly, although the red phantom possessed incredible speed and the ability to Teleport, and its attacks were quite fierce, its defense and vitality were far inferior to Sword Thirteen from the third stage.
As Zhang Mingzhen reduced its health, he kept an eye on the battle. The phantom's health bar was indeed dropping much faster than Sword Thirteen's.
When its health was about to reach zero, he had already prepared for the outburst of Frenzy or some special skill. Yet nothing happened. The phantom was