Although Gordin was a Level 17 Lord and not weak, he was clearly no match for Bai Xiaowen.
Bai Xiaowen had already reached level 16. Coupled with the bonuses from his dual classes, his raw strength was no weaker than Gordin's, if not greater.
At that moment, Bai Xiaowen controlled the two Spirit Force Manifestations of the two militia formations. Each Spirit Force Manifestation surpassed the standard of a Level 18 Lord. Facing two against one, Gordin could no longer hold out.
Before long, Gordin was coughing up green blood. A black spear had pierced a huge hole through his chest, blood streamed from the base of his wings, and he knelt on one knee, gasping heavily.
"Humans, all your efforts are futile!"
Gordin knew that his death was at hand, but he still stubbornly said, "Killing me is meaningless. Before long, I will be reborn!"
Bai Xiaowen shook his head and smiled.
Killed by him, with his soul taken by Death God's Visage, and he still wanted to be reborn?
Wishful thinking.
Still, Gordin's life had value.
With a movement of Bai Xiaowen's palm, the two Spirit Force Manifestations simultaneously produced black chains and tightly bound Gordin.
Herbart leveled his long spear and strode toward Gordin. "Die, demon!"
"Wait." Bai Xiaowen stopped Herbart. The old man looked quite refined, so why did he like stealing kills?
"What, you dare not kill me?" Gordin sneered. "A wise choice."
Bai Xiaowen shook his head. "No. I merely need to use you as a Flag Sacrifice for my army!"
Surging Spirit Force poured from Bai Xiaowen's body, forming the phantom of a massive banner thirty meters high behind him.
Unlike an ordinary commander's banner, this phantom banner formed from Spirit Force bore no writing. Instead, shifting blurry scenes flowed across it: an