"Roar, roar, roar!" The Zergling behemoth was the fastest of them all, turning into a Red Whirlwind as it reached Darcy's side. Its blades rose and slashed straight for Darcy's head.
Darcy was startled by the two men's fury. The Dragon Soaring Boots flashed beneath his feet, and he tried to teleport away. Yet the Dragon Soaring Boots, capable of breaking spatial barriers and seals to teleport anywhere, had actually failed! The boots opened a doorway of light, but the instant Darcy charged into it, it was as though he had slammed headfirst into the armor of the defensive star ring. With a thunderous crash, his head spun, stars danced before his eyes, and two streams of blood shot from his nostrils.
Darcy was horrified. His vision had gone black from the impact, but the killing intent at his back felt like needles against his spine, piercing through his heavy armor and making the skin on his back sting.
"Phantom Clone, Death Knights!" Darcy let out a miserable, inhuman shriek, like a rooster being strangled by the throat.
"Buzz!" Darcy's body flickered, and eight identical figures appeared two meters apart before fleeing in eight different directions. At the same time, two streaks of Blacklight shot respectively toward Ye Lei and Ye Meng, transforming into two Death Knights clad head to toe in silver runic heavy armor—Death Knights several times more imposing than even Lich King Ner'zhul's Foul Mutation Knights.
"Clones?" The Zergling curled its lips, revealing the saw-like fangs on the right side of its mouth. The second-tier Zergling's Phantom Clone activated. Its body flickered as well, splitting into eight. Eight Zerglings pursued eight Darcys—not one too many, not one too few, just right!
The Death Knight charging toward Ye Meng was dumbfounded. There were eight targets—which one was he