As the Pangu Mecha charged in, Terra's four leaders kept launching ranged attacks while retreating discreetly.
The Pope and the Elf Queen had it easier. They had already maintained a combat distance of three or four kilometers from Ao Lingsi and only needed to retreat a little.
Light flickered on the Pope's scepter. Balls of holy light, each rivaling the power of a forbidden spell, hurtled toward Ao Lingsi while he quietly withdrew under their cover.
Their eyes met, and each saw the tension in the other's gaze.
Keep up the act. Don't let anything show!
Warwick, meanwhile, used one of Ao Lingsi's attacks to send himself flying backward.
He sprayed blood wildly, looking gravely wounded.
In reality, he gulped down a bottle of Life Spring Water in midair, using his tumbling body to put distance between them.
Seeing this, the Dwarf King felt that retreating outright would look wrong, so he gritted his teeth and charged forward.
"Break!!"
Muradin roared as he swung his burning Legendary Battle Axe, trying to break that damned shield.
Without even looking, Ao Lingsi swept a leg across.
Thud!
Muradin was kicked away, axe and all, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.
He lacked the Half-Orc Clan's formidable defenses and constitution. Without his legendary armor, he would already have been gravely wounded and dying by this point.
He used the force of the blow to tumble away into the distance.
Great Xia's nuclear bomb was their only chance now.
They dared not miss it, much less let their opponent notice the slightest hint.
Now was the moment to exploit his carelessness and let Great Xia's nuclear bomb hit him hard!
Ideally, it would kill him outright!
Failing that, breaking his shield would do.
The most despair-inducing thing about the Demon God was