The sound of the spear breaking through the air was urgent, and the fallen ones, who did not wish to engage, quickly dodged.
The spear grazed his shoulder and shot out, clanging onto the road surface and embedding in the ground.
At this moment, Zhu Xiong charged forward with large strides, followed closely by the Frenzied Blood, giving the impression that what he faced was not three fallen ones and their Angel Envoys.
"This is too much!"
The fallen ones' eyes reddened, as they could clearly see that Zhu Xiong was taking advantage of their desire to flee rather than fight to the death.
Otherwise, would Zhu Xiong, alone with three, fight against seven?
Although angry at heart, the continuous attacks by the four Angel Envoys had torn up much of the vine cage, enough to escape through the cave entrance should the assault continue.
The three fallen ones steeled themselves and pressed forward, one among them was tall, standing five meters high.
