The sudden backstab didn't surprise Flamingo at all.
He knew that the two who had been fighting upstairs had already determined a winner, no matter which heroic spirit was victorious.
They would definitely come to join the fray, and no one would miss the opportunity to kill their rival.
As for the tolling of the bell echoing in his mind, it allowed him to detect the enemy's movements in advance.
But the opponent's Mo Blade, carrying blue flames, slashed down with an unstoppable momentum!
There was no attempt to hide it at all.
Even if he detected it, what could he do?
This strike was meant to take on both dragons and tigers!
Faced with such a strong and speedy attack, Flamingo could only try to block it head-on!
The black handle of his weapon slashed upwards, colliding with the flaming blade.
"Clang!"
Sparks flew between the weapons, sending shockwaves through them, making both their wrists go numb.
