Suddenly, a sharp scalpel quietly emerges, stabbing fiercely into the side of the Red Baron's backbone. Then it swiftly slit downwards, forming an external wound nearly twenty centimeters long.
The golden blood also spilled from the cut wound.
"It can be killed!"
Watching the scalpel penetrate the defenses, Leonard Churchill's eyes glittered.
In a split second, his mind had already pictured the scene of "thousands of knives" shortly after.
The spirit near the spine is abundant, cutting some muscle fibers can also limit a lot of strength in movements.
This kind of wound, which is about five to six centimeters deep, would be fatal to humans.
However, for the Red Baron, it was just a minor scratch, with not much blood spilled.
But since one knife was able to penetrate the defenses.
Then cutting dozens more, there's still a chance of killing him.
...
Reacting to the stabbing pain in the back, the Red Baron responded.
