Fanta Kunge could not hide there anymore. No sooner had he rolled over out of the leaves cover when a knife was inserted in that spot. The whole blade was pierced deep into the soil, leaving the handle standing out there like a protester.

"Human?"

A surprise crept into the eyes of the Dark Group Level 3 Demon Fighter! He immediately pulled out his sword hanging onto his waist, and in three consecutive thorns, he pierced through the rain while aiming at Fanta Kunge who was just about to stand up!

Puff! On the other side, a broken arm of the Dark Group Level 8 Demon Fighter suddenly surged into the sky! A blood column came into being from the jagged trans section. The eruption of blood flew down to the ground and blended with the water to form a red river.

Maintaining the stone-like state, Qian Jin stared at the battlefield and secretly marveled at the endurance of the Level 8. He even didn’t make a sound at such intolerable pain, as if what was cut off was not his arm! These demon b