Miscalculation, a bloody battle!

Those herculean gypsy knights definitely couldn’t be shot down within a short period of time.

If Mogensha was alone, ten seconds would suffice to chase him down. Fifteen seconds later, his head would roll. Thirty seconds later, his corpse would be dissected and offered to appease the fury of the totemic demon beast.

All of the gypsy’s attention had congregated onto Mogensha. All of a sudden, several trees nearby were releasing shuddering snaps as though a surge of uncontrollable momentum was passing through and toppling them. Sonorous snaps of branches and collaborations resounded.

A black figure charged in with unbelievable speed, hauling deep-blue melancholic glitters behind him. Its target was shockingly the gypsy spade diviner, Trish!