"Damn White Owl... and that bastard White Ghost!"
The corpse murmured to itself, its voice filled with venom.
It was Night Owl, the Ideal Land cadre previously decapitated by Fang Cheng's sonic hand knife.
As a vampire, he possessed an insanely powerful self-healing life-preserving ability.
As long as his head wasn't destroyed on the spot, reattaching it within an hour could bring him back to life.
Night Owl hid behind a half-collapsed wall, gazing towards the center of the battlefield.
Those two terrifying figures collided fiercely amidst flames and mist, like two mindless fierce beasts.
Each clash erupted with visible shockwaves, carving countless trenches into the surrounding ground.
"Damn it!"
He couldn't help but curse inwardly.
White Ghost, this pretentious pervert.
He stood by and watched the show earlier, and even after my head was chopped off, he didn't say a word of sympathy.
And that monster White Owl, is simply a complete lunatic.
