Zhao Zicheng had only just taken a step forward when A Tai charged ahead even faster, grabbed the foremost Demon Lord by the thigh, and let out a low roar. Just as it was about to bite him, he hurled it away, knocking down two other Demon Lords!
Big White moved like a phantom, his snowy fur already completely stained red with blood. He darted through the ruins and slammed hard into one of the Demon Lords!
The next instant, both were sent flying backward and crashed to the ground.
Big White staggered to his feet, shook his head, and continued to stare fiercely ahead.
Xin Yongfeng, who was in the best condition of everyone present, looked utterly crazed. Wielding his Staff like a vicious bandit, he smashed it into a Demon Lord and stopped it.
Zhao Zicheng's Sandbag abruptly expanded, blocking the way ahead.
Meanwhile, Lin Xiaoxiao carried her silver spear, constantly darting from corner to corner, doing her best to find an opening to thrust it.
And just like that, the first charge of the fifteen Demon Lords was stopped.
But several more wounds had appeared on A Tai's body. Big White whimpered twice, his body swaying slightly, while Zhao Zicheng's face was exceptionally pale.
Behind them!
Watching this, Mu Yu gritted her teeth and kept tracing on the Gravestone, fine beads of sweat covering her slightly pale face. She suddenly spat a mouthful of blood onto the Gravestone and sped up again.
Time...
Only... one minute had passed.
"How heroic and tragic..."
"You could clearly save them with just a flick of your finger, yet now you can only watch."
"So you're the executioner here."
"If you could shatter your own heart and break through to the tenth awakening, perhaps everything would be different..."
"What a pity."