Bokewei looked around, surveying the situation on the battlefield.
"Pasluo!"
Bokewei called out.
"My lord."
The burly, red-robed man with a lion's head stepped forward.
"Go deal with the one from the Azure Dragon Clan."
Bokewei gave the order through divine sense. He knew the strengths of the three Red-Robed Elders he had brought with him. Of the three, Pasluo had the strongest defenses.
"Yes, my lord!"
"You two, hurry and support the others."
Bokewei quickly addressed the other two Red-Clad Seven-Star Fiends.
"Yes, my lord."
The two Red-Clad Elders quickly flew toward other parts of the battlefield.
Pasluo looked rather excited.
He turned around, fixed his golden eyes on Linley, and grinned broadly.
"Haha! Since you were able to take one of my blows just now, you've earned the right to know my name. I'm Pasluo. Don't die without even knowing who killed you!"
Linley had just killed more than a dozen High-level Gods with a single sword strike. Now he stood in midair, his expression cold.
"Enough talk!"
Linley's icy voice rang out. Under the gaze of his dark golden eyes, Pasluo paused, then grew serious. With a turn of his hand, a two-meter-long, pitch-black blade appeared in his grasp.
"I can't believe anyone would dare attack the Bagshaw Clan on Miluo Island." A crowd of visiting tourists and merchants looked up to watch the battle.
Many Water-style Gods began recording the battle projections.
"Rumble~~~"
The berserk red-robed giant, Pasluo, gripped his blade as his speed instantly soared to its limit. He moved so fast that the heavens and earth trembled and rumbled.
In an instant, Pasluo reached the sky.
Then his figure abruptly stopped.
Without a sound, Pasluo plunged downward from above, blade in hand, and viciously brought it down toward Linley.
But strangely, the strike made