Fei Qiufei, the commander, was undeniably decisive.
And the three demons on the battlefield could also guess Ji Tianqi's strategy of "enjoying the shade under a big tree."
"Stop walking slowly and come over for a final battle,"
Lion Head urged and threatened, "Keep moving at this pace, and I won't leave you a single hair, not to mention your underwear!"
It was confident.
After all, how could Ji Tianqi's strategic-level defense ability possibly protect even his hair?
Ji Tianqi, as if truly frightened by its threat, suddenly quickened his pace.
In front of him, there were hundreds of blades formed from special energy, and they had already inflicted more than a dozen cuts on him, each three to six millimeters deep.
Yet, there was not the slightest fear on his face, but rather an increasing excitement.
Hurriedly, he clashed forward, sustaining twenty-seven new cuts to his body, and successfully made it through the marshland to step onto solid ground.
