The silhouette of the Eight-Ard Skeleton fell into the eyes of the Witch Demon Elder, and it suddenly appeared extrely large.
The Witch Demon Elder slowly exhaled a breath, realizing that not provoking the Eight-Ard Skeleton before and letting it move freely was indeed the wisest choice. Otherwise, the arm that was just blown off might not have been Tin Wood’s, but his.
Now it’s good, the rewards for good deeds have co.
Although he didn’t know why the Eight-Ard Skeleton had beco so strong, nor the extent of its strength, one thing was certain, it could definitely defeat Tin Wood.
Then next, he could just watch the show.
"Humph!"
The Witch Demon Elder curled his lips, casting a sidelong glance at Tin Wood.
Tin Wood had reluctantly recovered from the shock of losing an arm, glancing at the Eight-Ard Skeleton before looking towards the Witch Demon Elder and asking, "What’s this thing?"
"Well..." The Witch Demon Elder chuckled lightly, saying, "It’s nothing, just my second helper. Actually, I didn’t plan to call him at first because in my view, two against one would be enough, too many people would be excessive.
But now my first helper has slipped up, so I had no choice but to call him to help. So, because he blew off one of your arms in an instant, are you scared?"
At the end, the Witch Demon Elder’s voice carried a hint of sarcasm.
Tin Wood listened, his brows furrowed deeply, replying with anger, "Do you think I’d fear? Humph, this thing isn’t even considered a low-level life, at most, it’s a Magic Puppet. What do I have to fear!"
"Indeed, I did lose an arm," Tin Wood said, "but that’s mainly because I was careless and didn’t anticipate a surprise attack. Now, I’m prepared and can completely dismantle its bones, and incidentally, kill you, you stinking Witch Demon!"
As he spoke, Tin Wood took a deep breath, the air around him rushed towards him. At the place where his right arm broke, a "cracking" sound was heard, and nurous branches grew anew and ford a new arm.
A dense purple light surged through the new arm, slowly rising to prepare to strike the Witch Demon Elder again.
Just then, the Eight-Ard Skeleton suddenly took a step forward.
Tin Wood shuddered instantly, retreating swiftly over ten ters as if by lightning, shielding his arms in front and cautiously watching the skull, shouting aloud, "What do you intend to do!"
The Skull said nothing, only stepping forward, approaching Tin Wood step by step.
"Heh heh, who was it that said they weren’t afraid just now, now it seems they’re scared to death." The Witch Demon Elder glanced at Tin Wood and spoke unceremoniously.
Tin Wood snorted coldly, unwilling to respond, or perhaps he no longer had the energy to respond, watching the Eight-Ard Skeleton approaching him with heightened vigilance. He didn’t understand the depth of the Eight-Ard Skeleton’s abilities; to him, the Eight-Ard Skeleton seed excessively weak, even inferior to the Witch Demon Elder, yet it could blow off one of his arms in a single face-off—truly incredible.
So before figuring out the situation of the Eight-Ard Skeleton, he must not act recklessly, being cautious upon cautious.
Thinking this, seeing the Eight-Ard Skeleton continuously approaching, Tin Wood couldn’t help but retreat backward.
"Tap, tap, tap..."
The Eight-Ard Skeleton continued forward step by step.
"Tap, tap, tap..."
Tin Wood retreated step by step.
Half a minute later, the Eight-Ard Skeleton had already passed the position where the Witch Demon Elder was standing, and Tin Wood had retreated over a hundred ters.
Yet the Eight-Ard Skeleton showed no sign of stopping, nor any movent to throw the Bone Spear, and neither accelerated nor decelerated, maintaining a constant speed approaching Tin Wood. It seed that if Tin Wood did not proactively stop, he could keep playing like this indefinitely.
Tin Wood’s expression twisted slightly, staring at the Eight-Ard Skeleton with utter bafflent. He found himself completely unable to discern the purpose of the Eight-Ard Skeleton. Despite having lived for countless years with endless wisdom, he’d never encountered a bizarre existence like the Eight-Ard Skeleton.
Clearly possessing astonishing strength, yet moving like an ordinary skeleton, not hasty at all. Could this be stalling for ti? But as the weaker side, stalling would benefit him, wouldn’t it?
Or, perhaps the opponent was toying with him? Like a beast in the forest, not hasty to kill when catching prey but chasing first, letting the prey exhaust itself before biting its throat.
But examining the opponent’s behavior from top to bottom, there was no indication of mockery.
The opponent genuinely seed to be rely taking a walk.
This...
The more he thought about it, Tin Wood’s expression twisted increasingly fiercely, feeling nearly ltdown, completely unable to understand what the Eight-Ard Skeleton was up to.
And not understanding what the Eight-Ard Skeleton was up to, he couldn’t easily strike. Last ti, unprepared, he’d had an arm blown off. If he were to strike rashly and reveal a flaw, this ti, it might directly blow off his entire body.
Watching the Eight-Ard Skeleton still approaching him, Tin Wood held a stiff expression, taking a deep breath and continued retreating backward.
anwhile, the Witch Demon Elder’s expression also stiffened.
Initially, seeing the Eight-Ard Skeleton appear like a savior, he was relieved and thrilled. Later, watching the Eight-Ard Skeleton relentlessly approach Tin Wood, frightening Tin Wood into frequent retreats, his mood was even more joyful and expectant—hopeful that the Eight-Ard Skeleton would beat up Tin Wood and help him avenge.
However, as the seconds ticked away, the anticipated scene never occurred; instead, the Eight-Ard Skeleton and Tin Wood leisurely "went for a stroll."
It seed, barring any surprises, the tree and the skeleton could "stroll" all the way until Richard returned.
I...
The Witch Demon Elder couldn’t help but want to curse, his heart filled with intense frustration with no outlet, feeling suffocated to death. Were it not for considering he was no match for the Eight-Ard Skeleton now, he genuinely felt like stepping up to shout at the Eight-Ard Skeleton:
"Could you hurry just a bit? Clearly you’re so great, why not chase that tree down for a beating, and be done with it?! If you don’t want to chase, why not start throwing Bone Spears like the beginning, pin that tree to the ground, that’d be good too. But why now acting like this, chasing non-stop as if playing gas; is it really that fun!"
Just after expressing the thought he wanted to vent, the Witch Demon Elder’s brows raised, mouth agape, seeing an unforeseen unexpected event occurring.
"Bang!"
Amid the "pursuit" of the Eight-Ard Skeleton and Tin Wood, the Eight-Ard Skeleton accidentally stumbled over an uneven patch of ground, falling awkwardly to the ground.
Fallen?
A huge question echoed in the hearts of both Tin Wood and the Witch Demon Elder, strongly impacting their perception.
Fallen? How could it be? Such a formidable existence tripping over uneven ground?
The joke has gone too far, hasn’t it?
This surely cannot be true.
Not true!
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