208: He has more than one Undead Knight under his command!

Just as everyone, including the Man, thought he was certainly going to die.

A sword suddenly fell, standing upright before him; its broad blade, like a towering mountain, suddenly darkened his vision.

Bang! Bang! Bang...

Black smoke spread and billowed, and the explosions' firelight surged incessantly.

The missiles and bullets were all blocked, leaving only a few air currents, accompanied by the salty, damp air, hitting the Man's face.

"Ha!" After holding his breath for a long time and confirming that he had truly survived, the Man finally remembered to breathe.

First, he exhaled, then he fiercely inhaled a large gulp.

Someone unaware would probably think he was drowning.

Looking the sword up and down, the Man felt a sense of familiarity, as if he had seen it somewhere before.

"That's right!"

Immediately, he suddenly recalled that this sword had appeared when the Undead Knight instantly killed the S-Class Secret Realm Dungeon boss earlier.

It was the greatsword held by the absolute protagonist in the video, the Undead Blood Knight, capable of releasing lightning.

"Is it the Undead Monarch?!"

Realizing this, the Man straightened his back, looking around eagerly, desperate to find Chen Ming's figure.

Little did he know that at this moment, Chen Ming was thousands of miles away from him.

Through the permanent skill theft, Chen Ming learned from the system panel that the skill the Man possessed was S-Rank, named [Giant Wave].

Concise and to the point.

Just as he had thought before, this skill could only exert its maximum effect in specific places with large amounts of water.

Furthermore, the consumption of mental energy was enormous; he would be exhausted after using it only a few times.

Closing the system panel, Chen Ming had only checked the skill details and had no intention of acting like a bandit and forcibly plundering it.

He didn't lack this one skill, nor was there any need to destroy the friendly relationship he had established with the Star Alliance because of it.

Chen Ming had no intention of standing against Great Xia.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh...

On the other hand, the monster's side, seeing that all the attacks it had launched were blocked, extended its tentacles, which had retracted halfway, outwards again.

They tightly wrapped around the fallen magic sword from top to bottom, almost completely obscuring the blade.

At this moment, a shadow portal opened vertically, and an armored arm was the first to extend from it, grasping the sword hilt.

Following that, the blade was fiercely rotated, quickly slicing through the tentacles, sending shredded flesh and blood flying everywhere.

"..." It splattered all over the Man's face, forming a thick layer.

The blood was very viscous, blocking his breathing, so he quickly raised his hands and wiped it away, his movements showing extreme anxiety.

After regaining his breath and vision, he turned around, mustered all his strength, and scrambled away, coordinating his limbs, not daring to look back.

He knew very well that this was no longer a war he was qualified to participate in; forcing himself into it would only result in the tragic outcome of being utterly annihilated.

Seeing this, his companions on the armed helicopter slid down the ropes immediately and quickly helped the Man put on his gear.

Finishing everything, he raised his arm high and gave a thumbs-up.

Receiving the order, the helicopter pilot immediately increased altitude, turned around, and flew away.

Seeing the distance grow wider and the giant beast's body visually shrink bit by bit, the Man's violently beating heart finally calmed down considerably.

It no longer pounded like a drum, so rapid that he could hear it clearly himself.

The sound of the helicopter rotors in his ears continued to increase.

"Hiss!" The Man's brow furrowed.

Seeing this, his companion pressed, "What's wrong? Hunter Yang, is there any discomfort in your body? Do you need us to take you to the nearest hospital for a check-up?"

"No, that's not what I mean." Yang Lie raised his hand and waved it.

He continued, "I just think that knight looks a bit different from the one I saw in the video earlier. How does he have wings? And the art style looks much more refined."

Hearing this, his companion also turned his head to look. "I think they're probably not the same knight; there's no similarity."

"It seems the Undead Monarch has far more than just one Undead Knight under his command. How many monsters like that has he summoned?" Yang Lie the more thought about it, the more his blood ran cold.

"I saw online that some say he has millions of Undead, and others say he can summon tens of millions of Undead. There are all sorts of claims," his companion added.

"Anyway, let the helicopter drop me off on a nearby rooftop first. I want to get a good look." Yang Lie was reluctant to leave just like that.

He wanted to witness firsthand how the world's top combat power fought against this kind of epic beast, feeling that it would be a very valuable experience in his life.

"Okay." His companion complied, signaling the helicopter pilot with a gesture.

The pilot complied, precisely landing the helicopter on top of a nearby tall building.

The space was flat and spacious enough, with no difficulty.

"Hunter Yang, are you alright?" The pilot opened the cabin door, jumped out of the cockpit, and asked with concern.

"I'm fine, just used the skill too many times and my mental energy is depleted." Yang Lie shook his head, telling the other person not to worry; he would recover with a little rest.

"But speaking of which, that Undead Monarch is even more exaggerated than the rumors say. There's another giant knight I haven't seen before, and he looks quite a bit more advanced than the knight who instantly killed the dragon with one sword." The pilot stood against the wind, the sound whistling in his ears, exclaiming in admiration.

"Yeah." Yang Lie found it hard to disagree.

His eyes were fixed on the Fallen Holy Knight, not moving an inch.

He raised the fallen magic sword in his hand with one hand, pointing directly at the Deep Sea Monster, hovering above the sea surface, his toes touching the waves, and his angelic wings behind him gently fluttering.

In terms of aura, honestly, it was slightly higher than the Undead Blood Knight, and the art style surpassed his.

In terms of strength, before Chen Ming gave the Undead Blood Knight too many skills and equipment, the Fallen Holy Knight would have definitely won.

Now? It's hard to say.

The reason Chen Ming released him was to give him a chance to perform, ensuring fairness.

On the other side, after its tentacles were severed, the Deep Sea Monster seemed to feel pain, letting out an indescribable wail.

Although he didn't understand what it was screaming about, it wasn't difficult to interpret the pain and anger from it.

The next second, as expected, the severed tentacles regrew, leaving no trace of injury.

Chen Ming was already used to it; for monsters of this level, self-healing ability was a basic standard feature.

Without it, they would be mocked by other monsters...

On the building.

"Who do you think will win?" Yang Lie glanced at the two people on his left and right.

"I'm betting on the Undead Monarch!" his companion answered first.

"I'm the same as him," the helicopter pilot immediately followed up, stating.

"Why are you all choosing the Undead Monarch?" Yang Lie pressed.

"Because he... has strength in numbers!" The helicopter pilot said what the other Special Ops Soldiers soldier wanted to say.

"Indeed." Yang Lie found it hard to disagree.

"In my opinion, the battle should be over in about an hour," he said based on his personal experience.

Just as the two were about to express their opinions, the corner of their eyes caught sight of the Deep Sea Monster raising its arms, dozens of tentacles, like scattered flowers from a celestial maiden, shooting towards the Fallen Holy Knight with a slight arc!