In the electric light and flint, Lin Fei's eyes were full of awe.
He knew that whether he could avoid blocking or evading this blow would determine the direction of the entire battle.
No matter Black Iron or him, if this peak blow hits a vital point, they will be destroyed on the spot.
God Race The strong man has no expression on his face, and there is only an extremely cold murderous intention in his eyes. His attack is unstoppable, like a rainbow piercing the sun.
When the sword was slashed, the oncoming telepathy barrier was shattered with a loud noise.
This blow is directed towards Black Iron.
Because through previous confrontations, the strong God Race already knew that the scepter in Lin Fei's hand was extremely strong and difficult to cut.
But Black Iron has nothing.
Lin Fei's mental power was highly concentrated, even as if he had a fever, and his whole brain began to heat up. He made an action that was difficult for Black Iron to understand - he used the scepter in his hand to strike at the empty space directly in front of Black Iron.
But at this moment, in Lin Fei's eyes, everything seemed to be in slow motion.
God Race The strong man held out his light blade and approached Black Iron's head.
And Lin Fei's arm was torn apart instantly, and blood arrows shot out.
He can't be faster than the strong God Race, so he can only make a big gamble, guess what his opponent is thinking in advance, and respond accordingly.
Lin Fei bets on God Race that the strong will choose Black Iron to attack - whoever is in that angle will give up the fact that he has a staff in his hand that can be used as a defense.
He also bet that with God Race's strong, fierce, decisive and vicious style, consuming such physical strength and energy, he must pursue one strike to achieve success - again, this is also a normal combat thinking.
Therefore, Lin Fei's seemingly meaningless move actually hit this light blade.
Even if he predicted it in advance, Lin Fei did not make any unnecessary moves. He waved the scepter in a very small range, and the maximum power burst out within an inch.
God Race The strong man rushed so far, but the scepter in his hand only needed to hit it an inch.
So.
"When--"
With a loud noise, Lin Fei's arms were shaken to the point of numbness, and even the tiger's mouth split open and oozed blood.
The strong man God Race suddenly widened his eyes, finally moved, with shock written all over his face.
His most powerful attack was defused, and the light blade sank heavily!
But God Race, the strong man, was extraordinary after all. He actually took advantage of the situation and made a killing move by sinking one end of the blade and tilting the other end upward!
A sharp beam of light shot up. Even though Black Iron took this opportunity to retreat, it was still a little slow.
The layers of arcane shields were instantly shattered, unable to stop this unending blow.
"Pfft!"
Black Iron's left arm fell off at the root, and blood spurted out!
Lin Fei's murderous intent surged into the sky, and he swung the staff pressing on the light blade upwards with a posture similar to playing baseball.
"Pah!"
With a loud noise, the energy barrier on the God Race strong man's face was broken, the bridge of his nose was shattered, blood covered his face, and a sunken stick mark was left on his face.
Even if you haven't seen the strong God Race confront the three night beast leaders before, you can still know that after he unleashed such a fierce blow, his condition will inevitably fall and fall into the so-called weak state.
God Race The strong man let out a muffled groan, and flew backwards like a hit baseball, breaking trees with a loud noise and throwing up a cloud of smoke and dust.
Lin Fei took this opportunity and immediately cast a healing spell on Black Iron.
But it only caused the bleeding speed to be greatly reduced. Not to mention regrowing a bloody arm, it even failed to completely stop the bleeding.
Black Iron is Upper Spirit's ninth-level expert after all. If he wants to regenerate an arm quickly, the life energy required is too huge. It is obvious that he cannot consume such a huge amount of arcane energy at the moment.
What's more, it's just a broken arm. Except for Lin Fei, arcanists do not rely on physical combat, which has little impact on Black Iron's combat effectiveness.
The strong God Race first fought the three night beast leaders, then Lin Fei and Black Iron, and was even defeated by the peak attack.
One surge of energy will make it weak, and three times it will be exhausted.
The energy in his body was disordered, and he struggled to stand up, coughing up blood. His arms were torn in many places, and large amounts of white blood flowed out. He could not stop shaking slightly because of exhaustion.
"Wait for me!" God Race The strong man said these words with hatred, but suddenly turned around and ran away, disappearing into the darkness.
"Chase!" Black Iron's eyes were red, deeply wary of his power, fearing that letting the tiger return to the mountain would cause trouble.
"Stop chasing." However, Lin Fei spoke hoarsely and spat out a mouthful of blood, which contained organ fragments. His face was pale and his steps were shaky.
"Little Marquis!" Everyone was shocked and gathered around.
Black Iron quickly supported him and said nervously, "Little Marquis, what's wrong with you?!"
Lin Fei shook his head and motioned for him to let go of him. "The physical body is too weak to hold on."
Black Iron and others finally understood that the young Marquis was actually at the end of his game and had only been trying to stay calm before.
When the God Race strongman's light blade was smashed down, the force almost shattered his bones, and his internal organs were even more severely damaged by the shock.
"Take down the enemies in the Pure Land and don't let them escape." Lin Fei braced himself and cast a weakened healing spell on himself to clean up the mess.
Seeing that the situation was not good, most of the four races in the Pure Land had fled long ago. The remaining ones were all defeated soldiers, their mobility was greatly damaged, and they were either unable to escape at all, or they could not escape very far.
Under the leadership of Black Iron, everyone captured all these creatures. As for those who had run away, Lin Fei only had a simple four-word command: Don't chase the poor ones.
The dark jungle is too dangerous, and it's really not worth taking the risk just to capture a group of low-value prisoners.
These pure land creatures were brutally captured and were immediately enveloped in an atmosphere of panic. However, some would rather die than surrender, while others knelt down and begged for mercy.
"Winning is the king and defeat is the bandit, I have nothing to say. If you want to kill or behead, please do as you please!"
"Sir, have mercy on me, have mercy on me!"
"Sir, for the sake of us being of the same race, please be more liberal!"
The most ironic thing is that Upper Spirit, the multi-eyed clan member who is still alive, previously clamored to kill Lin Fei and others, but now he knelt down in fear and kowtowed. "Sir, I was just a little devil before. I shouldn't have murderous and greedy thoughts towards you!"
"Spare my life, and from now on I will be a cow or a horse, at your disposal!"
He was seriously injured at the moment, and his energy was almost dry. He was no threat at all, but he still made Lin Fei take another look.
The arms of this alien race are covered with eyes that may be open or closed, in various shapes, with strange lines in the pupils, containing different abilities.
There is a vertical eye like Erlang Shen between his eyebrows, but it is closed and bleeding at the moment, and the red blood is winding down like a small snake.
"It just so happens that this body has no divine pupil, let alone any pupil technique."
"A gene worth devouring."