"Alright, you can stop now..."
Ye Meng still wanted to exchange a few more moves with Desperate Phantom, but Ye Luo called a halt.
Desperate Phantom obediently came to Ye Luo's side and stood behind him like a bodyguard. Ye Meng glared. You little brat, you never learn, do you? Is that your place to stand?
Ye Luo looked at Ye Meng's right hand. Though the two bloodstains there were not very obvious, the faint scent of blood could not escape Ye Luo's nose.
Ye Meng noticed Ye Luo's gaze, and his old face reddened. "Ahem, well... this guy's attack power is a bit fierce..."
Ye Luo stroked the Zergling's head with satisfaction. "With enough speed, even a small bird can bring down an airliner. Someone once said that among all martial arts under heaven, only speed is invincible. That may not be an absolute truth in the vast universe, but it does show just how important speed is..."
Ye Luo was full of praise for Desperate Phantom, leaving Ye Meng with a sour feeling in his heart.
According to the Zerg Hive's records and analysis, the third-tier Zergling Desperate Phantom's speed had already reached level fourteen, and its attack power had also reached level fourteen. But in actual combat, Desperate Phantom's adrenaline would erupt, and its speed and attack power would be no lower than level fifteen!
"Level fifteen! A unit with **-level combat power reached level fifteen after just one advancement. A leap in the level of life truly is extraordinary..." Ye Yi sighed philosophically at Ye Luo's side.
Ye Luo shook his head regretfully. "What a pity. I had the Zerg Hive melt all the Demon race's demonic artifacts into basic energy. Otherwise, those five thousand-plus demonic artifacts might have given us a few more Desperate Phantoms