After the human knights' formation and the Devil Race's knight formation had clashed fiercely for over ten hours, fighting until heaven and earth darkened and sun and moon lost their light, the two formations finally withdrew slowly from the battlefield like two savage beasts licking their wounds...
"Ah... impossible..."
A Black Iron Knight of the Devil Race let out one final cry in the mine shaft. After being battered for several minutes, Zhang Tie stomped on his head. His eyes rolled back, and he fainted instantly.
The last one Zhang Tie had lured into the cave and taken down was a Black Iron Knight of the Devil Race, one whose strength approached that of the former devil marshal. Before entering this mine shaft, the fellow had cut an imposing figure. Now, however, his entire body was covered in Golas's bootprints.
Golas was a jack-of-all-trades. The moment he saw this fellow, Golas's aura changed into that of a Black Iron Knight, and he even put on a wretched appearance. Just like those Devil Race knights Zhang Tie had taken down before, this fellow saw a "badly wounded" human knight trying to flee and chased after him without a second thought. Then the injured rabbit turned into a snarling tyrannosaur, and tragedy struck...
Without question, this was a "good method." In just half a day, Zhang Tie's gains had already surpassed what he had gained in a month in this war zone. He had taken down four Earth Knights and three Black Iron Knights. Such a record was absolutely terrifying.
Without today's collision between the two sides' great formations, this "good method" might not necessarily have worked. But under today's special circumstances, with Golas's peerless acting paired with Zhang Tie's formidable strength, this day became Zhang Tie's harvest day.
Every Devil