"Arrr—"
At that moment, the whistle of the wind, the Wyvern's scream, and the player's roar all erupted from behind the Massacre Demon.
Mantou, astride a Bipedal Wyvern, swooped from the sky, his right arm tightly clenching a lance, plunging downward from the sky.
"Die for me!"
Mantou shouted angrily, the gleaming tip of his lance tearing through the air, aimed straight for the Massacre Demon's massive head.
Due to extreme excitement, his heart pounded wildly, images of his lance piercing through the demon's skull already flashing in his mind—that would be tens of thousands of Ginnars, millions in Faction Contribution!
Taking down this Massacre Demon would make him rich!
"Annoying... flies."
But the Massacre Demon merely showed annoyance, its appendages flailing at speeds imperceptible to the naked eye, a shadow slashing across the sky.
"Swish—"
