Old Charles and the others looked desperately at the four high-ranking limb demons occupying two directions, completely devoid of any will to fight in their hearts.
The four shared a glance, their years of cooperation enabling an unspoken understanding of each other's intentions without a word. They split off into pairs and began to run in opposite directions.
Staying put meant death,
Escaping might offer a glimmer of life!
James Caldwell, along with Charles who had lost his pet beasts, mounted the Lightning Horse, intending to take the lead and draw fire. The other two still had their pet beasts and had a chance to escape.
"Very clever, too bad... it's a trap!"
The Ape-limb Demon looked at the distant Gale Dog, His interest piqued. A sudden jerk of his right hand sent a flurry of metal fragments soaring, brutally skewering the dog.
Appendage Technique— Exploding Ape Throw!
"Gale Dog!"
