Zhang Tie was truly going all out this time.
To lure the Demon Marshal into taking the bait, he had actually been prowling through the core region of the Devil Race army for nearly a month. Throughout that month, he had patiently searched and waited for an opportunity. Twice, he had nearly been unable to resist making a forceful move to draw the Demon Marshal's attention. But remembering how cunning the Demon Marshal was, he knew that making things too obvious would only put him on guard and keep him from taking the bait easily. So Zhang Tie endured.
From the moment he returned to the Weiyi Subcontinent, this subcontinent had become his hunting ground. And for a hunter, aside from the ability to kill prey, the most important thing was patience. Only patience could wait for the best opportunity to strike.
Zhang Tie had finally waited for that opportunity.
Just as the Devil Race army was about to completely occupy the Weiyi Subcontinent, just as it crossed the Yuan River, the Demon Marshal, full of ambition and brimming with arrogance, actually dispatched his subordinate knights to launch surprise attacks on the cities where resistance still remained—this was the opportunity Zhang Tie had waited for so bitterly.
As long as those knights split up, Zhang Tie's chance would come.
Everything was proceeding according to Zhang Tie's calculations.
The Three-Eyed Society knight who had attacked Qihai City was not particularly strong—at least, not in Zhang Tie's eyes.
In close combat, Zhang Tie could have ended the battle within twenty minutes. Especially when Golas, Zhang Tie's incarnation, suddenly appeared before that man in his trademark black robe and launched a savage assault without even a greeting, that Three-Eyed Society knight had already lost his nerve and thought only of fleeing. Even if