Abyssal Lord Sagus's eyes turned red—completely red. Though his face was still covered by a mask, the flames burning in his eyes and the invisible blood aura seeping from him could not be concealed.
In the honor battle between humans and devils, Zhang Tie had won three battles out of three, publicly slaying three Phantom Knights of the Devil Race above the Wei River. Such a devastating blow was an unprecedented setback for the Devil Race army since its invasion of Great Xia.
Zhang Tie had brought them this setback.
The Devil Race knights who possessed Phantom Nine Transformations, the fierce generals under Abyssal Lord Sagus, had all been slain by Zhang Tie, their heads crushed in his hand. At this moment, the only thing Sagus wanted was to kill Zhang Tie at any cost. If he did not kill Zhang Tie now, it would only become harder in the future, because Zhang Tie's strength was growing every day, and he might not appear on the battlefield again. If Zhang Tie were allowed to leave alive today, it would be a tremendous blow to every Devil Race knight.
Sagus's state of mind at this moment was precisely that of a gambler in a casino whose eyes had gone red from losing.
"Do you still want to keep playing? Since you can already kill our knights with Phantom Nine Transformations, and even they cannot break through your body's protective barrier, I can still send out Sky Knights. What conditions do you have...?"
Sagus's killing-intent-filled voice carried out for everyone to hear. At this point, he went straight to the heart of the matter, too lazy even to exchange pleasantries.
Zhang Tie said nothing. Under Sagus's fire-spitting glare, he directly took out a vial of seven-colored potion from his portable spatial equipment