So many Great Thieves pouncing on Sleepy Fox at once, even gods couldn't block them. There's an old saying, "four hands can't be opposed by two fists." Sleepy Fox managed to knock away six Great Thieves, but Mo Ci seized the opportunity and struck with a Concussive Blow.
At this moment, several warriors from Holy Empire rushed forward, trying to rescue Sleepy Fox. Dozens of Great Thieves immediately pounced to block their attack.
Surrounded by five Great Thieves, Sleepy Fox, being a heavily armored Blood Bull-level Warrior, clearly wouldn't go down easily.
"Move faster!" Mo Ci commanded sternly. They didn't have much time. He moved in front of Sleepy Fox and delivered another Concussive Blow.
Just then, a piercing cold light appeared, heading straight for his forehead. Mo Ci's pupils suddenly contracted.
The small dagger was incomparably sharp, precise, and fierce.
Like a venomous snake.
Mo Ci's attack was only halfway through when he rapidly withdrew.
