The sensing ability of Demon King Eleven was not mistaken.
A powerful target is rapidly approaching, at an unimaginable speed.
As it wondered who this target might be...
It had already spotted a warrior in its sights.
"What kind of card... could give Sword Hero such speed?"
Demon King Eleven engaged at full speed, quickly retreating with the aid of the recoil from spewing green poison. Experience told it there was no need to fear a warrior.
But intuition told it—Run quickly, or it’s all over.
In the apocalypse, being an elite species is quite awkward. Below, there are countless rare and normal species to devour.
But the gap between elite species and leaders and dominators is infinitely vast.
Without passing through the bizarre tournaments, it’s hard to advance.
In this distinctly graded cruel apocalypse...some people are born leaders, like that couple in Mo’en City.
Some people start straight at the Red House.
And other rare species, even elite species, may never match up to these people’s starting points in their lifetime.
This also results in a few elite species, though not as powerful as leaders, having an exceptionally keen sense to survive.
"Can’t beat him... we’re not even in the same league, I am not in the same league as him!!"
Unlike the previous Demon Kings, Demon King Eleven decisively determined that it must flee.
It continuously spewed green poison, turned tail, and frantically ran.
But it was too late.
When it sensed the terrifying pressure of Wen Xishu, it equated to hearing a gunshot.
When trying to escape, it was already too late.
The remaining warriors, seeing Wen Xishu charging in like this... were extremely excited.
What kind of Super Saiyan Hero is this?
Their sensing abilities generally weaker than the Demon King, but this speed and wind pressure chasing like a Thunderbolt-15 after a gust could be distinctly perceived.
The terrifying sword light appeared from a hundred meters away, and in the blink of an eye, this sword light had arrived behind them.
And the Demon King that toyed with them... was suddenly sliced in half.
Demon King Eleven perished.
As Demon King Eleven fell, the massive severed demon body descended from the sky, enveloping the battlefield in silence.
Only when the sound of a sword entering its sheath echoed did the warriors realize it was not an illusion.
The fearsome Demon King had indeed been slain by a warrior.
Sword Hero.
Had it not been for other Sword Heroes present, everyone couldn’t help but wonder, is the class balance so disparate?
Naturally, some warriors realized that this powerful Sword Hero’s strength actually stemmed not from the class, but from the card.
"Thank you! Thank you! This is simply a miracle! Someone actually managed to slay the Demon King!"
An excited Bow Hero spoke, as other warriors cast grateful glances.
But Wen Xishu ignored these people, for that familiar presence had vanished.
Wen Xishu noticed many corpses on the ground, these warriors were clearly not in a good situation.
Moreover, their defensive line was generally far from the corpses, indicating a retreat status.
Wen Xishu scanned around:
"No Shield Hero?"
He had sensed Old Zheng’s presence in region four not long ago.
Wen Xishu knew Old Zheng was the Shield Hero.
But as he looked around, he found no Shield Hero.
Naturally, his words were misinterpreted.
"So you are a bunch of fools planning to face the Demon King with your weak bodies without relying on the Shield Hero class abilities? That’s really quite humorous."
Wen Xishu held his head, aware that his speech traits were certainly poor for communication
His gesture of rubbing his forehead was meant to express helplessness and self-mockery, but coupled with his mocking words...
To the ears of others, it carried a stronger tone of disdain and contempt.
The other warriors fell silent instantly, only the Bow Hero spoke:
"No... it’s not that, our Shield Hero... was eaten."
Wen Xishu felt a jolt in his heart.
His gaze suddenly filled with an icy coldness. The Bow Hero shivered, saying:
"Just... just before you arrived here, our last Shield Hero... was eaten."
Wen Xishu stood dumbfounded. He recalled that he indeed sensed Old Zheng’s presence not long ago.
Combining the Bow Hero’s words...he naturally thought of a terrifying possibility.
Not even a possibility, but an already occurred fact.
A huge sense of guilt suddenly overwhelmed Wen Xishu like a tide.
Old Zheng, dead?
Of course, he knew ascending the Deceit Tower was effectively putting one’s head in one’s pants, at constant risk of death.
He had faced death many times himself.
Moreover, along the way, warriors died everywhere. It’s a very normal occurrence.
But Wen Xishu still found it hard to accept.
"Old Zheng... how could he die?"
The image of Zheng Zai’s smile and demeanor surfaced in Wen Xishu’s mind. In a sense, Zheng Zai and Liu Jinsen were the first people he encountered who showed kindness when he crossed over.
Wen Xishu clenched his fist so tightly that bloodshot lines appeared in his sclera, resembling lava veins emerging from the earth.
Soon, his entire eyes carried a dim red hue.
Without words, there’s no room for misinterpretation.
The state Wen Xishu was in made everyone feel like they were witnessing a volcanic eruption.
The warriors trying to lift and surround Wen Xishu subconsciously took a step back.
That Bow Hero said:
"Shield Hero... was very strong, always resisting and drawing the Demon King’s attention. Sorry, we couldn’t protect him."