The moment the city lord fell, the floating black cocoon above lost its spell's support, trembled, and began to fall towards the ground.
"Chirp chirp chirp!"
The city lord screamed in fury, his sharp fingers pointing at the black cocoon above, controlling it to continue floating in the air.
This time, the city lord had learned his lesson. As long as the evil monster was nearby, he wouldn't stand up no matter what.
"Attack his arms!"
Wu Laoer's movement slowed down. He finally stopped. Bracing his dizzy head, he managed to utter these words.
Afterward, Wu Laoer, leaning on his axe, squatted down, his face pale as wax, "Let... let me rest a while..."
This move was a type that sacrificed oneself to inflict damage on the enemy. Wu Laoer would never use it unless absolutely necessary. His current condition was severe—his brain lacked oxygen, his vision was blurry, and he was gasping for air.
"Demon, take this hit!"