"Mister Earl, do you want me to take care of that human?" Dragon Demon, who was standing next to Earl Of Thorns, bowed and asked.
Earl Of Thorns's lips moved, and he said, "Do it cleanly and quickly. I have no time to waste."
"Yes, sir."
The Dragon Demon responded and took a step forward. His entire body was covered in black armor, and dagger-like black claws grew out of his ten fingers. He rushed toward the city gate at an extremely fast speed.
His eyes were cold, but they were filled with a desire for blood. In his eyes, there was nothing but Han Sen.
Han Sen looked at the approaching Dragon Demon and frowned. Judging from the lifeforce of the Dragon Demon, Han Sen was sure it was as strong as the Dragon-Blood Snake.
Earl Of Thorns was stronger than Han Sen had expected.
"Old Huang, I will leave this to you."
Han Sen then jumped down the gate and into the horde of creatures. He was going to fight the Dragon Demon.
Han Sen had to kill the Earl Of Thorns to repel the creatures. If he didn't, he would have to summon Moment Queen to help him.
Han Sen did not want Moment Queen to be exposed, so he had to do it himself.
Old Huang and the others were shocked by what Han Sen had just done. Han Sen had rushed into the midst of a horde of creatures, so there was no way he could survive.
Although they could see that the mutant creatures attacking the shelter were much stronger than they had expected, it would be difficult for them to defend the shelter. Han Sen's action was equivalent to suicide. In their opinion, it was an act of atonement for their own error in judgment.
But Han Sen did not feel that way. Although the Earl Of Thorns was stronger than he had expected, it was still within his control. So, Han Sen did not feel anything.
Han Sen was not surrounded, either. With the help of his dongxuan aura, he was able to predict every movement of the creatures. From the moment he jumped down the gate, he knew what to do.
Amidst the hordes of creatures, Han Sen moved left and right like a wild cheetah, moving quickly among the hordes of creatures.
He didn't hesitate or stop, and he had the calm and unrestrained manner of walking through a field of flowers without being touched by a single leaf. Moreover, there was an additional sense of wildness.
Although there were many creatures, none of them could stop him. Han Sen was getting closer to the noble spirit, Dragon Demon.
"You overestimate yourself."
A terrifying killing intent flashed through the Dragon Demon's eyes. The aura on his body soared once again. Black scales actually appeared on his black armor, and a pair of horns faintly appeared on his helmet.
Its speed increased again, and its black claws shone with a dark light. They were like the fangs of a dragon, and they looked invincible.
Han Sen could feel the power of the Dragon Demon, but he was not afraid. Han Sen was much weaker than the Dragon Demon in terms of power and speed. Even the number of gene locks he had opened was lower. But that was not enough to make him back down. He continued to run towards the Dragon Demon.
With the speed of the two of them, they met in the middle of the battlefield in the blink of an eye. Dragon Demon's black shadow passed by Han Sen, and before Han Sen could throw a punch, a few deep wounds were left on his chest. They were so deep that his bones could be seen.
Blergh!
Han Sen coughed up blood. Blood gushed out of his chest like a fountain. He fell to the ground. His lifeforce was gone. He was a dead man.
"What a stupid human. He can't see the difference in power between us, and he wants to beat a stone with an egg."
Seeing Han Sen fall to the ground, the Earl Of Thorns looked at him with disdain. He did not look at him, and he said, "Kill them all. Leave no one alive."
"Yes," the Dragon Demon answered, and he ran towards the shelter. His eyes were full of murderous intent.
As for Han Sen, he was already a dead man, so he didn't care about him. He was confident in his own power, and he could feel that Han Sen's lifeforce had been cut off. A human who didn't know his own strength was not worth paying attention to.
A primitive creature leapt towards Han Sen's body, intending to eat it alive.
The people on the wall were shocked to see Han Sen killed. They thought they would be able to protect the shelter, but they did not expect to be killed like this.
"No, don't give up. We still have a chance." Old Huang's eyes flashed with a strange light, and he encouraged everyone to keep fighting.
He noticed the Dragon-Blood Snake was still fighting. The spirit did not know, but he knew it was Han Sen's pet beast soul. If Han Sen was killed, the Dragon-Blood Snake should have been gone as well.
But the Dragon-Blood Snake was still fighting the flaming tiger, and it did not look like it was going to disappear. That meant Han Sen was still alive.
Although Old Huang did not know what Han Sen wanted to do, he was sure Han Sen was not stupid. There was no reason for him to die like this. He had to have a plan.
Seeing the humans still fighting, Earl Of Thorns looked at them with disdain and said, "Stupid people."
Before she could finish her sentence, she suddenly discovered that an arrow shadow had already silently arrived in front of her. She could even clearly feel the scorching aura on her face. Even her hair was slightly curled from the roasting.
Thorn Countess was very familiar with the flaming arrow. It was the same arrow that killed the golden-clawed wolf and the golden-clawed hawk.
Earl Of Thorns reacted quickly. His hands exploded with power, and a rose vine appeared in front of him.
But just as the rose vines were about to wrap around the flame arrow, the flame arrow seemed to have a life of its own. It moved a few inches in the air and dodged her rose vines. The flame arrow that was originally aimed at her face instantly pierced her throat.
Earl Of Thorns could not believe what she had just seen. She opened her mouth, but because her throat had been pierced, she could not speak. She stared at the battlefield, blood pouring from her mouth.
The guy who was supposed to be dead was now stepping on the body of a primitive creature. He was holding a longbow and smiling at her. The smile was full of mockery, and it made Earl Of Thorns want to punch that face into eight pieces. She wanted to stomp it into a pulp and burn it to ashes.
But there was nothing Earl Of Thorns could do. In his anger, he turned into a light and disappeared.
The whole battlefield seemed to be frozen for a few seconds. After a while, the creatures retreated like a tide.