How Much Do They Resemble Me?

The situation on the battlefield suddenly changed.

Those creatures, which had previously known only how to charge blindly, no longer lunged at Jin An and the others without any order. Their movements suddenly became methodical.

As if they had been granted intelligence, they began coordinating their attacks, spreading out to encircle their enemies, even attempting to break down Jin An's group's defenses by dividing their fighting strength.

A massive shell-covered monster suddenly charged out from the rear of the battlefield, drawing Whitebeard's attention. Yet just as he prepared to strike, several shadowy creatures on the other side had already silently closed in, waiting for a chance to launch a sneak attack.

At the same time, the long-legged monster in the distance suddenly leaped into the air and crashed down toward Loki's dragon wings, attempting to suppress his advantage in flight.

"Damn, these guys... suddenly got smarter."

Jin An sent a charging creature flying with one slash, his gaze darkening slightly.

He swiftly scanned his surroundings and realized that the enemy's actions had shifted from simple charges to organized tactical coordination. It made him feel somewhat uneasy.

Loki's dragon wings were suppressed by the ambush, sending his enormous body tilting to one side. But he instantly adjusted himself, sweeping his tail like a steel whip and sending the long-legged monster that had attacked him flying.

He roared furiously:

"These bastards actually know how to play dirty now?!"

Whitebeard shattered several shadow creatures with one slash. His eyes coldly swept over the enemies growing ever more cunning, and he snorted.

"Their intelligence rose suddenly. This doesn't look natural... someone is pulling strings behind the scenes."

"Imu..."

Jin An turned his gaze toward the depths of Pangaea Castle. Tightening his grip on his sword hilt, he said in a low voice,

"Looks like