The monster witnessed every moment of that terrifying spectacle.
He stared, somewhat dumbfounded, as the Demon Emperor charged left and right through the crowd.
His warriors and puppets simply could not stop the Demon Emperor's onslaught.
Fortunately, there were vast numbers of them, and even with the force of the Demon Emperor's charges, his momentum steadily dwindled.
It was a stark reality: faced with such terrifying resistance, even the Demon Emperor could not keep charging without a moment's rest.
The monster's heart was in his throat, afraid the Demon Emperor might truly punch straight through his ranks. That would be a devastating blow to him.
But soon, he noticed that the Demon Emperor had finally stopped.
Blood coated the Demon Emperor from head to toe. He had become a figure drenched in blood.
The Demon Emperor was panting. He had to admit that physical strength ultimately had its limits. Even he could not keep charging endlessly.
And there were so many Centaur Warriors here.
He could never kill them all.
At the same time, he discovered that as his strength was depleted, his bloodline power actually rose further.
He did not know whether the excitement of battle had stimulated it or whether there was some other reason.
Whatever the cause, the more his strength ran dry, the purer and richer his bloodline power became.
Sure enough, every action served a purpose.
Even this battle fell within the Mastermind's calculations.
He kept stimulating his bloodline power, frantically replenishing his stamina.
He had truly pushed the capabilities of his bloodline power to their limits.
Under such extreme combat conditions, he had to budget every ounce of strength.
How much strength it took to slay one puppet, how much it took to send another flying-he calculated it all with incredible precision.
He kept