"A mere Sixth Heaven dares enter the Formation? He's asking to die!"
"Brothers, kill that Sixth Heaven fool first!"
"Kill one and we break even. Kill two and we come out ahead!"
"That brat thinks a little smoke will hide him from us. Too bad I've got the sharpest nose here. I caught the little rat's scent ages ago. Brothers, let me claim the first kill!"
A Half-Blood Demon Race fighter of the Eighth Order laughed, his harsh voice creaking as he charged out ahead of the others.
They had been tricked into the Formation and forced to take a beating without even a chance to fight back. They had been seething for some time.
Now that someone had delivered himself to them, why wouldn't they kill him and let off some steam?
Before long, a scream rang out from the Red Mist.
The Half-Blood Demon Race fighters burst out laughing.
"Well done, Carlos!"
"Heh heh heh!"
"Carlos" returned to the group with a cackling laugh.
"Just a petty thief. Easy pickings."
One of the Half-Blood Demon Race fighters frowned.
Carlos didn't usually talk like that.
And that voice...
It was just as rough, but wasn't the rasp a little different?
The fighter who knew Carlos realized something was wrong.
"Wait, he's not—"
He had been alert, but his warning came too late.
The moment "Carlos" reached the group, he stepped into the heart of Everyone's Domain and, without hesitation, unleashed everything in an eruption centered on himself.
Vampire physique boost!
Night Attribute, unleash!
Talent, Limit Break!
Law Embryo, Wrath of the Beast God!
And...
Divine Ability, Space Cutting!
A massive Space Blade spun outward.
Even with every boost he had unleashed, Su Ye still lacked the strength to break through a Ninth Tier Half-Blood Demon Race fighter's domain.
But...