"Human bloodline warriors! Come on! Let me show you what the invincible Troll bloodline is!" Nila sneered down at Chekford: "My dear Demon Warrior of the Fallen Angel bloodline, can your body still move? Are your fingers still obeying your command?"

A powerful aura instantly enveloped the entire area—this was not the power of a Demon-Slaying Warrior, but a power that absolutely surpassed and broke through the level of Demon-Slaying Warriors!

Facing two opponents of bloodline power and one Demon-Slaying Warrior, Nila remained fully confident in capturing them all alive. Measured by the demonic power system's standards, he was already a Second Tier, Fifth Layer Demon Warrior; by the standards of the True Policy Dynasty, he was a Fifth Battle Demon Queller! There was an absolute tier difference between them!

Kaka... The black wings erupted like magic ground spikes surging from the earth—the Fallen Angel bloodline power of a Ninth Battle Demon Slayer erupted once more!

Fight! Fight! Fight! Chekford’s entire blood seemed to boil and burn, the extreme rage forcefully suppressing the potent anesthetic.

Duanfeng Bu'er exhaled, and the bloodline power within his body was completely awakened. There was no trace of white in his eyes anymore; they seemed to have solidified into a piece of refined black gemstone, containing no other color besides the pervasive black!

Pupu ppppu... A thin yet incredibly tough layer of black scales quickly covered his body surface. The index fingernails of both hands protruded, looking like the venomous fangs of a viper!

Fentu Kuangge once again urged his fighting spirit. Under the immense pressure, the three of them unconsciously drew closer together.

"Come on! Come on! Come on!" Nila spread his arms wildly. He took massive strides, and the ground seemed to warp as if afflicted by some strange spatial magic, rapidly closing the distance between them. His arms, thick as a woman's slender waist, shot out, fingers spread like pot lids, slamming down toward the three of them.

Escape? It was already impossible! Nila's strength had already demonstrated to everyone that while his speed might not be fast enough against equals, overwhelming strength could compensate for any lack of speed. "Ahhhhh!"

Duanfeng Bu'er roared repeatedly, unleashing all the bloodline power within him. The long spear in his hand hummed as it tore through the air, its high-speed rotation wrapping raindrops around the shaft like a water dragon piercing the void!

One spear, one horse, a lone charge breaking the formation! Piercing the sky to make a hole, stabbing the earth to form a well! This was the true might of spearmanship! It was the combined power of the human body and the weapon!

Duanfeng Bu'er's all-out charge, combined with the Battle Weapon in his hand, meant that forget ordinary human flesh—even metal armor, or an entire heavy cavalryman, would be fragile before it.

Seeing Duanfeng Bu'er sacrifice his life in that single thrust, Fentu Kuangge’s heroic spirit ignited. He swung his battle saber with full force from another direction.

Chekford suddenly dropped low to the ground, striking the earth simultaneously with both palms and feet to propel himself forward. The entire figure slid along the ground toward Nila's lower body, drawing the two serrated longswords from his back—the target was Nila's vital male area!

This was a battle of life and death; there was no such thing as vulgar or non-vulgar—only the survivor would be qualified to judge the nature of this fight.

Nila shifted his arm, letting the long spear pass. Such a Battle Weapon could not be withstood directly by his body. His thick arm smashed against Bu'er's spear shaft, and the formidable fighting energy transmitted through the highly conductive Bu'er Spear surged into Duanfeng Bu'er's body.

Puh! The sound of Duanfeng Bu'er's arm bones snapping echoed. The fighting energy that rushed into his body felt like a heavy hammer striking his chest. He spat a mouthful of blood toward the sky and was sent flying backward, his entire body feeling as if it were about to fall apart.

The thick arm blocked the spear and sent Duanfeng Bu'er flying. The spear shaft swept sideways, continuing its flight to slam viciously toward Fentu Kuangge. He blocked with his battle saber across his chest, and immediately the saber was covered in countless spiderweb cracks. The bones in both arms cracked again in succession, and he tilted his head back, spitting two mouthfuls of blood toward the sky before being thrown backward.

Nila rotated his ankle, his massive body flashing with extreme speed to intercept Chekford's forward path. He lifted his right foot to kick toward Chekford's lower abdomen, the powerful airflow adding a third measure of might to his foot before it even landed.

Chekford twisted the black wings plastered to his back, and his body moved again like a swallow soaring in the air, strangely appearing behind Nila.

"Hahaha..." Nila laughed loudly without turning his head, suddenly leaning backward, completely ignoring the two swords stabbing toward his back.

Qiang qiang qiang... The already serrated longswords could no longer withstand any impact. Upon striking Nila’s back, they instantly shattered into fragments of scrap iron. His enormous arm smashed down toward Chekford, who had already redirected his movement.

Bang! Chekford did not manage to escape luckily this time. He took a blow to the back, and his body was violently smashed into the mud, splashing countless water droplets and mire.

"Ah!" Nila jumped up from the ground with a cry of pain, glaring furiously at Duanfeng Bu'er, who was swaying unsteadily not far away. "Hehe..." Duanfeng Bu'er stood swaying, his face smeared with mud and blood, yet one could still see that he was smiling: "Underestimated me? Thought I couldn't wound you?"

The long spear was lodged less than half an inch into the muscle of Nila's shoulder. Blood was currently flowing down the shoulder grooves. The massive impact damage had caused Duanfeng Bu'er to lose a great deal of strength, and more than two-thirds of the scales on his body had been knocked off. His entire body looked like a blood man.

Nila glared furiously at Duanfeng Bu'er. He had intended to capture all three alive! According to the laws of the Lucifer Dynasty, the reward for capturing someone alive was much higher than for a corpse. This was why he hadn't killed the Hydra bloodline warrior. If they could capture a Hydra bloodline warrior alive and forcibly breed them with a demon, what a tremendous achievement that would be if successful!

At this moment, Nila decided to kill Duanfeng Bu'er. To be injured by a Sixth Battle Demon Queller bloodline warrior while being a Second Star Dark Sovereign—he could not tolerate it! The iron laws of the Dark Sovereign realm also could not permit such a thing to happen.

"Die for me!" Nila roared, his voice seeming capable of shaking apart the surrounding torrential rain. The recoil generated by his massive strength stepping on the ground caused the rainwater around his feet to bounce up. His colossal Troll bloodline power burst through the downpour and rushed toward Duanfeng Bu'er.

An opportunity! Beneath the rotting leaves, Qian Jin watched his comrade’s core, already boiling over from his comrade being heavily wounded, finally erupt at this moment! He had been waiting! Facing an opponent like this, charging out to fight alongside his comrades would only be suicide!

One chance! Only one chance! Against such an opponent, there was truly only one chance to release an arrow! Losing this sole opportunity meant total annihilation!

Qian Jin understood the statutes of the True Policy Dynasty, and he also knew many laws of the Lucifer Demon Dynasty—living Demon-Slaying Warriors were more valuable than dead ones! A captured living Hydra bloodline warrior was an even greater merit!

Under normal circumstances, Nila would never kill these three opponents! The best opportunity should have been when Nila defeated the three and bound them—but the situation had now devolved to this.

Qian Jin could wait no longer. Waiting further might bring a better opportunity, but the cost would be Duanfeng Bu'er's death.

No more friends could die! Absolutely not! Luolin was already dead; Duanfeng Bu'er absolutely could not die! Qian Jin had, without realizing it, truly regarded Duanfeng Bu'er as a friend!

No one could stand by and watch their true friend die! At least, Qian Jin could not! I'll risk it! Even if we all die together, I absolutely cannot hide like a turtle in the decaying leaves and watch my friend die! Trading death for a more certain chance!

Lightning flashed in the sky. Qian Jin leaped out from under the rotten leaves, the arrow forged from a Battle Weapon nocked on the bowstring. The lightning had not yet faded when the full-moon bowstring released the arrow. The lightning's radiance gradually dimmed, and the arrow was already spinning at high speed, its fierce wind completely tearing the raindrops apart, carving a path through the downpour! In this path, there was no rain!

There was still an enemy! Nila’s scalp instantly tingled. His long gray hair stood rigidly high toward the sky due to the sense of extreme danger. He could no longer afford to kill Duanfeng Bu'er and forced himself to twist his waist to dodge the arrow!

Carrying the fighting energy of the Three Thousand Three Hundred Revolutions of a Ninth Battle Demon Slayer, the arrow pierced Nila's body faster than lightning, tearing out bright red blood from within him. It then penetrated two hard-wooded red pines and embedded deeply into the third one! Fast! Faster than lightning, faster than light!

As soon as Qian Jin loosed the arrow, he threw the strong bow aside, reaching into the Dou Realm to draw the Jidu Sabre. His feet moved in a rhythm, his body sinking and rising like a charging warhorse, pouncing toward Nila.

He didn't die! I definitely didn't shoot him dead! This was not the best opportunity! At most, I heavily wounded him—I can't give him a chance!

Pain! Nila’s body was instantly drenched in sweat—not from the pain of the arrow in his chest, but from sheer terror! If he hadn't dodged quickly enough, that arrow would have pierced his heart! Even so, the arrow had only grazed the edge of his heart, and the powerful rotational energy of the shot had damaged his heart meridian!

The blade was already falling! Qian Jin's entire assault was completed in one fluid motion—the speed was nearly lightning, and the force of the strike was as violent as thunder!

Nila's strength instantly plummeted after being pierced in the chest. He barely managed to maintain the edge of a Demon Queller Warrior level. Feeling the battle saber descending toward his head, he lifted his elbow, intending to smash against the blade's hilt, only to realize the blade was unusually long—it was a Zhanmadao (Horse-Slaying Saber)! Damn it! Trying to make me die? He won't have an easy time either! I'll fight back!

Nila’s eyes widened in fury as he continued to raise his elbow, using his skin, muscle, and bone to block the fatal strike. Simultaneously, his right fist shot straight out to smash into Qian Jin.

Puh! Kacha! Blood splattered. Nila’s body could not stop Qian Jin’s Zhanmadao, and Nila’s fighting energy could not transmit smoothly into Qian Jin’s body. Stiff bones were equally fragile before the saber. As cracks sounded, his other fist slammed into Qian Jin’s chest.

Rumble! Qian Jin was hit in mid-air and sent flying backward, crashing through a tree before finally stopping his retreat. His chest felt as hot as if he had swallowed hot charcoal.

"How is that possible?" Nila could not believe it. Even with his strength greatly reduced, he was still (barely) a Demon Queller Warrior. One punch should have been enough to shatter a Ninth Battle Demon Slaying opponent—how could there not even be the sound of bone breaking?

"Die for me!" Nila ignored the pain of his lost arm. Experienced as he was, he stomped his feet and lunged straight toward Qian Jin. He swung his right fist again; he could not give Qian Jin any opportunity. He needed to finish his opponent in one go, otherwise this was too terrifying. "Thankfully I have the Wind-Cloud Golden Body, otherwise I would have been done for this time!" Qian Jin planted his legs apart, not retreating an inch. He stomped his right leg into the ground, twisting his waist to channel all his strength into his shoulder, and unleashed a full-power swing!

A throwing knife, drawn from the Dou Realm! In the downpour, it carved the most beautiful and brilliant streak of light. It passed through countless raindrops, then entered Nila's throat, pierced through his laryngeal cartilage, shot out from behind his neck, pierced through another red pine, and nailed itself into the second red pine.

"Throw... knife..." Nila's body stopped moving. Blood gurgled from his mouth, and blood continuously sprayed from his throat. His eyes were wide open, filled with shock, confusion, and disbelief: "So fast... Divine Archer... this... this is the trump card..."

Plop, Nila's massive body collapsed into the muddy water formed by the downpour, lying motionless, staring blankly at Qian Jin.