William did not believe that there was no end to this stream of dark creatures.
He wanted to rush out of the illusion. He had gotten all covered in blood, and only 10 thousand health remained. His bright and shiny armor had turned dirty, its durability dropping rapidly. If he continued to endure this, it was not for himself. It was for his Gold equipment.
"I don't believe that I can't kill you." Makhu Redd waved his arm once again, and hundreds of dark creatures surged forth.
This time, not only were there dark creatures, but an Intermediate devil with a Grandmaster bloodline had also spawned.
"Level 55?" William picked his eyebrows.
The devil had black, twisted horns on its head. Its appearance was similar to a Tauren Warrior. Its skin was pitch black, and on the devil's back were a pair of wings that looked like a bat's. There were scars all over its body. He was a seasoned warrior in the Dark World… his body had endured countless beatings.
