Every collision among the three was enough to shatter vast stretches of space.
As the three fought, although the two Level Eight beings were both besieging Benjamin, there was not the slightest trust between them. From time to time, they even launched sneak attacks on each other.
They constantly shouted things like, "Kill the End Apostles first!" or "Don't let him recover!"
Yet whenever they found an opening, they would attack their "teammate" without the slightest hesitation.
Their words were righteous and awe-inspiring, but when it came to stabbing each other in the back, each was more practiced than the other.
As Benjamin dealt with the two of them, he could not help feeling speechless. "These two—what a plastic alliance."
He could even clearly sense that their offensive against him was growing more and more lax.
The battle gradually shifted from one against two into a three-way brawl.
Fortunately, because of this, the pressure on Benjamin swiftly decreased as well.
The three fought faster and faster, while everyone else could only retreat far away. No one dared interfere.
Thus, the entire battlefield strangely became an arena for the three of them.
The deadlock among the three lasted for a long time.
Finally, during one exchange, the tripe-like creature suddenly unleashed an enormous blood-red blade of light.
The crimson light carved out a massive arc. It appeared to be headed for Benjamin, but at the final moment, it veered slightly toward the silver-armored creature.
The silver-armored creature had long been accustomed to such attacks. Without hesitation, it used its armor to deflect most of the force while continuing its attack on Benjamin.
Boom!
The blood-red light skimmed past the silver armor and flew into the distance.
But the silver-armored creature's expression changed. "Not good!"
Because after most of its force had