Once, because of the enormous gap in strength between them, Zhang Tie had nearly been beaten like a dog by a demon marshal...
Now, likewise because of the enormous gap in strength between them, Zhang Tie beat a quasi-Earth Knight of the Devil Race, one roughly on par with a demon marshal, like a dog.
In another setting, this Devil Race knight named Salas might not have become so wretched in such a short time. But here and now, Salas, whose eyes held only the fair young lady Bai, was burning with lust when Zhang Tie landed a sneak attack. His fate had been sealed from that moment.
Salas was not a lizard; he could not sever his tail to survive. Zhang Tie's blow had nearly simultaneously snapped off his third leg, along with both of his other legs above the thighs. One spear strike, three legs broken.
The inhuman force of the Abyss War Spear not only broke Salas's three legs, but also violently shook his internal organs. He was almost instantly grievously wounded, spraying a mouthful of blood wildly through the air as Zhang Tie sent him flying.
How could Zhang Tie, whose practical combat experience was incomparably rich, let such an opportunity slip by? Naturally, he pressed his advantage and went for the kill, his powerful battle techniques raining down around Salas like a tempest.
Watching from afar as Zhang Tie savagely pummeled the Devil Race knight, Bai Suxian almost thought she was dreaming. She pinched her thigh hard, and the pain that shot through it told her this was no dream.
That voice, that figure—it was precisely the man she had thought she would never see again.
Two years ago, Bai Suxian had thought she understood Cui Li quite well. Yet seeing Cui Li again now,