"This dog-headed man has a king gene engraved on it. This speed wasn't something a general with an overlord gene could achieve. The difference in strength between the two of them is a little too big."
Lu Yuan nodded.
Willie grinned and thought, "this brother only made the dog-headed man use two combat skills? He didn't even use his trump card, and he doesn't even know his other combat skills."
Lu Yuan smiled. "Angus has already eliminated one. It's not a loss."
As they were talking, Angus was caught up, and a dark sword light slashed toward Angus.
Clang clang clang!
The ice shield shattered, and just as the pitch-black sword light approached Angus, it suddenly turned into wisps of black mist and dissipated.
Meng Jiang said,
"We admit defeat for this round."
Angus's face was pale, and he looked at desolate moon with an unsightly expression. Then, he lowered his head and got off the stage.
"Commander, I'm sorry. I ..."