After swiftly taking down a Level 10 piece of trash, Zhang Tie's figure flickered as he slashed horizontally and vertically through the army of demonized puppets, leaving the "scene" in the blink of an eye.
On a battlefield where millions were tangled together, who would notice someone who appeared not even to be Level 10? Compared to Zhang Tie, the demon hunters and rangers active on the battlefield—battle qi totems of every color rolling over their bodies, their roars like thunder, blasting demonized puppets to pieces with a single punch within ten meters—were far more likely to draw the attention of the experts within the demonized puppet legion.
Zhang Tie knew that the Level 10 Strong Warrior he had killed was merely a beginning, and even more, a signal. It meant that as the battle had reached this point, more and more experts from the Devil Race and the Three-Eyed Society would enter the battlefield. From now on, those low-level demonized puppets would no longer be the ones steering this battlefield.
The time for the real harvest had come, Zhang Tie told himself. The Devil Race would discover sooner or later that he was fishing here. Before experts above Level 13 appeared before him, he had to seize every moment. Killing one more person above Level 10 at a time like this was equivalent to adding another stretch to his own strength. Opportunities like this were not easy to come by. As Three-Eyed Society experts entered the battlefield, many of the other demon hunters and rangers had also encountered formidable enemies. Taking advantage of how few people were paying attention to him, Zhang Tie slaughtered the demonized puppets around him while secretly drooling as he quietly approached the Three-Eyed Society experts entangled with the demon hunters and rangers.
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