After being parasitized, Olsder had become far too powerful.
If Miller had once believed he still had the strength to fight back to the death, that thought had now been completely crushed.
"My strength has been... completely... overwhelmed..."
Miller swayed several times but could not get back up. At that moment, he looked at the burly Olsder, then at Lu Qingxue nearby.
A bitter smile spread across his face.
Death was death. From the moment he entered the ruins, he had prepared for the worst.
But to die so humiliatingly—he could not accept it!
The other side was definitely not human. This information... he had to take it out... he had to!
His overwhelming instinct for survival made him fling his palm against the ground, trying to push himself up. But as his muscles spasmed, his body crashed heavily back down.
Seeing this, Olsder snorted disdainfully. "Your body is truly frail... That is why pigs like you always hide inside mechs and warships. Come, become part of my body..."
Bloodlust and hunger flashed through Olsder's vertical pupils. His steps were stiff as Olsder walked straight toward Miller.
But at that instant, a flash of sword light suddenly swept in from the side.
A string of sparks burst across the armor.
Olsder carelessly raised his hand in an instant and swatted at it with astonishing speed.
He was confident that this blow would be enough to block the attack.
Yet when his palm struck the blade, the longsword instantly softened. After an eerie bend, it brushed past Olsder's palm and lightly sprang upward...
This was an exquisite sword technique formed by using extreme muscle tremors to channel strength precisely into the sword's edge.
Sword technique—Ice Thorn.
The icy sword tip pierced through Olsder's defense from an unimaginable angle and fiercely stabbed