On the battlefield, everyone's faces were grave.
The Tier Eight Demon General is inherently formidable, and now it has shown a bizarre ability to absorb its kind and restore itself, making it a truly difficult enemy.
"Don't worry, I'll handle it."
Jitai's steady voice echoed across the ice plains, instantly pulling everyone's distracted minds back.
Everyone nodded slightly; the Royal Family Ji has a legacy of thousands of years, and the Golden Holy Dragon Bloodline is the foremost of the Nine Great Holy Bloods. They believe Jitai can come up with a solution to the problem.
Without further hesitation, they turned back and re-engaged in the slaughter with the demons.
In mid-air, Jitai's gaze was locked onto the Demon General who had stood up again, his mind racing with strategies.
Dealing with such resilient enemies means cutting off its recovery paths—either annihilate it with absolute power, or suppress it to ensure the speed of destruction far exceeds its recovery.
"Buzz—"
