Wood Man Saint, who had been crazily attacking Lu Qingxue, suddenly stopped. The towering Tree Man, waving countless vines, swiftly leaped backward at an unimaginable speed.
The vines that lashed out again were shredded by Lu Qingxue's sword, and the two finally widened the distance between them.
A thick layer of fallen leaves and broken branches now carpeted the ground around Lu Qingxue.
"Iron Man!"
That hoarse voice was filled with terror, shaking the entire forest until it trembled and leaves fluttered down in droves.
Yet not a single response came.
"Iron Man, answer me!"
Even now, Wood Man Saint could not accept the fact that Iron Man had already died.
In his memories, Iron Man possessed a body as hard as mech armor. Any part of his body could transform into Liquid Metal and instantly repair itself.
His steel-hardened brain and heart made him immune to telekinetic attacks and the pressure of any mental domain.
It could be said that killing Iron Man was not something even the leader of the Blood Fang Group... that man who brought boundless terror from the darkness... could easily accomplish.
But why was it that now, through the information gathered by his perception across the entire forest, he could no longer sense Iron Man's presence?
Mu Fan lifted his right foot from the half of an iron head crushed into the soil and calmly looked at the towering Tree Man thirty meters away.
Although it was as tall as an Emperor Body Asura, that feeble aura of his could not even compare to a C-class mech.
The Blood Fang Group was nothing more than a group of people relying on their peculiar abilities to walk in the darkness.
In the end, they were nothing worthy of the stage.
"As expected... you are... far