Demon King: Hero, don’t run away!

Chapter 632: Chapter 632: Oh no, I made a mistake

“Iron Breaking Slash!”

“Extreme Ice Slash!”

On the left, Eleven’s left hand clutched a sword plated with red, while Twelve’s right-hand sword blade was encased in bitter cold, flicking off ice crystals that shone brilliantly in the sunlight.

As the enemy drew closer, Yang Yu remained calm, lifting his hand to throw a shield at Eleven, using “Shield Counter” to block Eleven’s “Iron Breaking Slash.”

Taking advantage of the moment Eleven was pained by the backlash from the shield, Yang Yu quickly tucked away both his shield and sword blade. He grabbed Eleven’s left arm with his left hand, slid his body to Eleven’s front, and delivered an elbow with his right hand to Twelve’s nose.

Twelve jerked back, narrowly evading Yang Yu’s elbow, but his sword did not cease, continuing to slash toward Yang Yu.

Blood soon flowed, yet it was not Yang Yu’s blood.

Yang Yu’s left leg kicked back, viciously striking at Eleven’s knee, while simultaneously pulling with his left hand to topple Eleven toward himself. With a slight crouch, Yang Yu hoisted Eleven onto his back, turned around, and allowed Twelve’s sword to strike Eleven’s back.

In order to quickly support the Priest and eliminate the enemy attacking the Priest, the Luo Ze Empire had dispatched two speed-type elites for defense, providing Yang Yu with an opportunity.

In contests of reaction time and speed, Yang Yu had never lost!

Eleven, enduring the intense pain, tried to immobilize Yang Yu from his back, but with a shake of his shoulder, Yang Yu shook off Eleven and, light on his feet, charged at the two Priests.

Eleven and Twelve tried to keep up with Yang Yu but were struck by the Beastman Magician’s magic, and their blood wouldn’t stop flowing.

The blood soon froze and stuck to their tight clothing, but Eleven and Twelve disregarded the wounds and the chilling cold pursuing Yang Yu.

After a period of resistance, Kun Ya led the soldiers to find some patterns in the enemy’s attacks. However, the strength of the Luo Ze Elite was so extraordinary that Kun Ya still could not prevent the death of his own elites.

At this rate, their elite force of five hundred would indeed be massacred by a mere fifty-plus from the Luo Ze Empire.

Moreover, the Snowman Clan, a race that lived in high-altitude cold regions, had surprisingly joined in the war between the two countries…

Had they not always lived in harmony with the world? Why had they suddenly…

Kun Ya didn’t dare imagine the scenario of the Snowman Clan joining the frontline battle. The Snowman Clan was the true king of the snowy fields while his Beastmen were at most a glint of gold.

Wielding his blade, Kun Ka was firmly restrained by two Luo Ze Empire elites, neither able to gain the upper hand. At this moment, all he had left was regret.

If only he had observed a little longer, thought a little more, perhaps he might have detected the Luo Ze Elite, like crocodiles lurking in a river, hidden beneath the ice.

No, the odds were that he wouldn’t have noticed either. He had placed too much trust in the senses of a Beastman.

Yang Yu swiftly took down the first Luo Ze Elite, boosting the morale significantly, but it was just a drop in the bucket. Kun Ya could sense the comprehensive professional system of the Luo Ze Elite.

Those Luo Ze Elite could independently form a formidable battle group. Though they operated separately, they were subtly interconnected, prioritizing to eliminate soldier types disadvantageous to them, making their attacks more efficient.

By contrast, the Wansheng Country Army seemed to be fighting individually.

Except for one…

Yang Yu’s team proactively formed a circle, with Magicians and Priests at the center, and Heavy Soldiers or others who could defend against attacks at the forefront.

This team did not aimlessly attack any Luo Ze Elite within range, but rather targeted those moving slowly or already locked in a stalemate at the front.

When the enemy retreated, they did not chase after rashly but instead stayed put to counterattack another enemy advancing toward them, appearing neither arrogant nor impetuous, but rather effortless.

More importantly, their captain had already completely disengaged from the team to deal with the Priest that even he himself would have difficulty intervening with.

But, was it really okay?

Kun Ya had seen Yang Yu’s strength and believed that Yang Yu’s strength was far inferior to his own; he could only manage to restrain two people, what could Yang Yu do by himself? Wasn’t this just throwing his life away?

However, contrary to Kun Ya’s expectations, Yang Yu proved to be even more at ease than he had imagined, not at all inferior to the Lu Hua Army General from his memory.

After dodging the twin brothers’ Attack, Yang Yu used his Speed to close in on the two Priests.

Left with no choice, one Priest cast “Dispel,” totally removing the slowdown caused by Bai Jin’s “Ghost Shadow Formation” and immediately began preparing another Holy Light Skill.

The other, cutting off Healing for everyone else, had Holy Light flashing in his hand as he launched “Holy Punishment” at Yang Yu.

Yang Yu didn’t dodge, pretending to err and took the hit, then deliberately slowed his pace to let the other Priest’s prepared skill go off.

The Priest’s Holy Light Skill was none other than “Sacred Ripples,” capable of instantly knocking back nearby enemies, a rare life-saving technique for the fragile Priest.

As expected, Yang Yu, who had gotten close to them, was knocked far away and just happened to land within the Attack range of a powerful Magician.

Seeing that Yang Yu, who’d been repelled by Holy Light and was full of openings, the powerful Magician didn’t direct his prepared Magic at the Beastman Army but instead turned towards Yang Yu,

“Thunderous Boom!”

A broad thunderbolt shot out from the Magician’s Magic Wand, heading straight for Yang Yu.

“Ah, no! I made too many mistakes just now!”

Yang Yu cried out as if in trouble, but unlike the panic in his voice, a cunning smile crossed his face; he had “coincidentally” landed in front of the high-Intelligence Magician who was Chanting a powerful spell.

A strange luminescence flashed across Yang Yu’s Shield, and he leapt back, using “Surface Coating” to create a path for the strong electric shock in front of him, sending it hurtling toward the two female Priests.

A shrill wail filled the air as the violent energy erupted over and around the Priests, plunging them into a large pit behind.

Only then did the Luo Ze soldiers, who had been indiscriminately chopping through the Wansheng Country Army, had their attention slightly diverted.

How could they expect that an enemy could manage to take out their two Priests even before this ambush had achieved any significant success?

But that wasn’t the end.

Yang Yu let his Sharp Sword Blade graze the snowy ground, dragging across the earth, and with no warning, dozens of thorns emerged from the snowy field, winding up the arms of several Magicians.

The thorns, under the icy and snowy conditions, became as if a long, spiked iron chain.

A single move, and just like their clothes, the Magicians’ skin seemed as though it would be split open completely at any moment.

Red surrounded Yang Yu’s entire body as he once again launched “Red Blood Path,” charging toward the caught Magicians like a bullet.

Finding that Acceleration Magic was unable to escape the thorns, the Magicians could only put up Protection Magic.

Yang Yu, playing like he was in a pushing ball game, continued pushing them forward, but didn’t manage to push them into the deep pits.

According to the intelligence from earlier, among this group of Magicians, there were those who could use Flying Magic.

Yang Yu planned to entirely break their wings while these Magicians were still unable to fly.