Chapter 535:

It was as if time froze for a beat—the world momentarily held its breath. A black, viscous stream of blood started to ooze from the top of the Shield-2’s head. The blood poured more and more, along with a sticky substance and a shower of red light, before the monster’s body split in two and crumbled to the ground. Its remains disintegrated into a pile of sludge, as if thousands of blade lights had minced it into fine pieces.

It was dead.

Fergus let out a heavy grunt, planting his blade into the ground as he panted. His fierce gaze fixed ahead, focusing on the blood-red skill book lying beside the Defense Type’s corpse.

Too far, nearly a kilometer away…

“A fourth-level skill…”

Fergus murmured as if to confirm, taking a deep breath to steady himself before shouting: “Thiên Dật! Grab the spoils, we’ll split them!”

While Jarred was still in shock over the terrifying blade strike, a blue-cloaked figure shot out from the fifth line of defense of Battalion Three, darting towards the zombie h
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