The Demon God being gravely wounded was no bad news-it was an opportunity!
Lin Mo said at once:
"We can't let it recover."
He looked at all the Seventh-Order Experts and spoke rapidly:
"No one knows how powerful an Eighth-Order Demon God's recovery ability is."
"If we let it find somewhere to hide, once it recovers, every price we've paid will have been for nothing."
Warwick opened his mouth and downed a bottle of Life Spring Water to recover from his weakened state, then bared his fangs and said coldly:
"After it!"
The Seventh-Order Dwarf hefted his Warhammer onto his shoulder:
"If even that blast couldn't kill it, let's smash its head while it's down."
The three Dragons let out low rumbles at the same time.
The Seventh-Order members of the Holy Human Race and the Elves raised no objections either.
They all knew that if they missed this opportunity, their opponent would be far more cautious next time, and there was no telling how much more they would have to pay.
Lin Mo looked at the Crimson Dragon:
"Which way did it flee?"
The Crimson Dragon raised its head, its draconic eyes gazing into the depths of the snowstorm.
"That way."
Lin Mo immediately took a batch of spare Communication Earpieces from his Spatial Ring and handed them out.
"Most of the communication devices I gave you earlier are broken. Replace them."
Thorin took an earpiece and deftly clipped it onto his ear, saying enviously:
"You Great Xia people have so many little gadgets, and they're really useful."
Grom put one on himself, then secured another to the unconscious Kael.
Supporting Lin Mo, Fendona said quietly:
"Your Magic Power hasn't recovered yet..."
At her words, Lin Mo smiled and raised his fist, which held a Magic Crystal.
"I'm fine.