Lei Dong was a little speechless, too. Bringing out a Peak Puppet at the Foundation Establishment peak had earned him an extra half percent. If he also brought out his three Level-Twelve Ghost Guards, wouldn't he be claiming half the profits for himself?
Regardless, Lei Dong's Peak Puppet had done a remarkable job of lifting everyone's spirits. They fought with even more zeal. To conserve his true energy, Lei Dong didn't use Black Dragon Chant, instead dutifully stabbing again and again with his Crimson Refining Flying Sword. Before long, the protective shield around the beast was shattered. From then on, it had to rely on its tough hide and flesh to withstand their attacks.
Wounded, the Knife Eel Dragon grew even more violent, battering the formation until it swayed and threatened to collapse.
"Old Zhao, hold the formation steady. Don't let it break out!" Captain Qian's expression shifted slightly as he shouted. "Shangguan, use your killing move!"
Shangguan's expression changed, but he gritted his teeth. His whole body began to convulse violently, as if he were having a seizure, and his eyes turned bloodshot. It was as though every last ounce of his strength had been roused at once. His hair came loose from its topknot and whipped upward, while faint scarlet blood-qi seeped from his body. He looked just like a demon general striding out of the depths of hell. At the same time, he rubbed his palms together, drawing the blood-qi around him into his arms. He let out a pained roar, then thrust both palms forward with all his might. A crescent-shaped scythe of scarlet light shot out, tracing a slanted arc as it slashed toward the Knife Eel Dragon.
Lei Dong was also somewhat surprised. That scarlet scythe of light gave him a suffocating, oppressive feeling—even