Indeed, Templeton was at the end of his tether at this time.
He was filled with resentment and could not control himself. He did not care about consumption and used all his strength when he took action.
This kind of fighting style would be fine if it was a quick victory.
However, there were many people on the other side. Seeing that they suffered a loss in a head-to-head confrontation, a few solid men under their command resisted Dempla's frontal offensive, while the others began to fight and entangle.
This tactic was very effective. Within a short time, Temple was sweating profusely and panting like an ox, and his originally fierce attack gradually slowed down.
"Cook, if you don't come to help, we're all going to be in trouble! Genes fought desperately just to make you cry for him?!" Emin increased the interference while hugging Genes.
yelled a tearful Cook.
He felt that his life was hanging by a thread, and in his desperation, he no longer had any scruples about what he said.
However, Cook was awakened by Emin's scolding.
He punched the wound on his chest hard, sealing the blood flow. He moved his body, joined the battle group, and unleashed the lightning injection technique without hesitation.
"Hey! How come it's like a fight between shrews, no rules at all!?" Ai Min thought depressingly when she saw this.
"Dempra retreats, tightens the attack range, and protects the left and right! Cook, go up and string a thunder chain out!" he shouted, and began to arrange his troops.
Templeton vented his anger, calmed down, and immediately followed the instructions.
Cook was originally in the forward position. When he heard Emin's instructions, he immediately thought of Jeans who was strategizing.
His heart was bleeding, but his mind was clear. He followed the instructions and released a dozen thunderballs that were connected with each other and pushed them away.
Such an arrangement shows the importance of the staff.
The three people stood in a straight line, defending and attacking, and actually brought the battle back to a stalemate.
The dozen or so people on the other side were expecting victory, but unexpectedly they started to grudge again, and they couldn't help but feel anxious.
In accordance with Philip's instructions to save Cook's life, they did not dare to make a killing move and were afraid of the danger. Instead, two more people were injured and fell to the ground.
The leading man was also a lightning injector and knew how powerful the thunder chain was. These thunder balls connected by energy would all converge to one point and explode as soon as they were attacked.
With their strength, no matter who wins the jackpot, they will either die or be seriously injured.
To defeat this attack, the best way is for one person to deal with one thunderball, and only by attacking at the same time can the success be achieved.
But every time he gave an order, he would always be interrupted by some nasty earth attacks before everyone could get to their places!
The big man wanted to tear the wretched earth-type injection master into pieces, but he had no choice but to fight while looking at Philip who was still adjusting his breath.
"A bunch of trash!" Philip's cold voice sounded.
After some adjustments, his combat strength has been restored to 70% to 80%. Seeing that his side has been unable to attack for a long time, he is secretly worried.
We have been fighting here for a long time. If other guards are alerted and come to stir up trouble, all the efforts will be wasted!
"Kill the one in the middle first! I'll deal with Cook!" Philip shouted loudly, jumped up, and rushed directly towards the thunder ball in front of Cook.
After hearing this, a group of big men immediately divided into two groups, one from the left and one from the right to attack Dempla in the middle.
Temple's pressure suddenly increased, so he had to pull out another hidden sword from his dagger and wave it at the same time to block the attacks from both wings!
"Dempra turn around!" Emin suddenly shouted.
When he heard Philip say he wanted to attack Cook, he felt it was a lie and adjusted his formation without thinking.
But it's still a step too late.
The moment Philip was about to touch the thunderball, he suddenly changed his line, wiped the ground and ducked behind Emin, and swung his backhand towards Emin.
This guy's reaction was really extremely fast. He originally used a dagger to sweep, but after hearing Emin's words asking Dempla to turn around, he switched to using his palm.
It seems that Mr. Philip is interested in recruiting the resourceful Emin.
He knew what he was doing and changed his moves so quickly that it was astonishing, showing the incredible strength of a high-level injection master.
Although Emin predicted Philip's plan to attack in the east and west, she was unable to dodge. She could only close her eyes tightly and resign herself to fate.
As soon as Temple turned halfway, he saw a ghostly figure coming behind him out of the corner of his eye.
"Emin is in danger!" This thought suddenly flashed through his mind.
So, without thinking, the admiral let the gap on the left side wide open and threw the dagger he drew back.
In the blink of an eye, seven or eight attacks had already fallen on Templer.
However, as the blood flowed out, the sword technique in his hand also took shape.
When he saw it, the dagger instantly shattered into pieces and turned into a sword rain that shot out in all directions.
The seven or eight big men were happy when they saw that the attack was successful, but they didn't expect the other party to have this trick.
Their strength is not as good as Temple's. How can they cope with it in a hurry?
Screams came one after another, and these people were all knocked away.
Looking at the situation, although their injuries were not fatal, they probably didn't have much combat power left.
Before Philip could hit Emin, he felt a hail of swords coming towards her.
With his strength, of course he can avoid it first and then attack.
However, as a high-level injection master, how could he be willing to lose face in front of so many subordinates?
"Seeking death!" Philip shouted fiercely.
Following this shout, an orange light lit up in his waving hand, and streaks of silver-like electric energy squirmed like little snakes, absorbing all the sword rain that came from it.
"What a pity!" Philip thought as he continued to wave his palm mixed with electric light towards Aimin.
If it was just the power of a palm, although Ai Min would inevitably be seriously injured, she should be able to survive, but now...
Phillip's lustful thoughts were interrupted by the change of the small sword attached to the electric snake.
These small swords were broken again and turned into a pile of fine needles. Some of them pierced Philip's palm directly with the electric snake, and the other part flew to his whole body with the force of breaking!
"Bastard!" Philip roared wildly and flew back.
Even so, although his palm failed to hit the target, it still swept away Ai Min.
Philip endured the pain in his palm, rushed forward behind Cook, and before the general wanted to blow himself up, he tapped his finger in the back of the heart.
Cook suddenly lost all his strength and fell to the ground.
At this point, both Templeton and Cook lost their fighting ability, but Emin was the least injured.
The staff officer took a lot of effort to stand up and looked at his two companions on the ground in a daze.
"Hmph! It's like a worm! How can you compete with the real masters? Just like Su Lier and McCann, if you are stubborn, you can only seek your own death!" Phillip said coldly.
"Oh..." Ai Min seemed to be frightened out of her wits, and she was so stupid that she couldn't even respond.
Philip was quite satisfied when he saw this, and then said: "Becoming a loyal follower of McCann is the only way out for you! Emin, I think you are quite talented, and I am willing to take you under my banner. As long as you agree, from now on, you will
You can assist Cook and make a career here! Of course, if Cook refuses, then it’s not a bad idea for you to take charge of the Eastern Region!”
"Oh..." Mr. Staff Officer was still in a half-stupid state. He responded casually, but his eyes were looking at Jeans, Cook, and Templeton. He didn't know what he was thinking.
"So, you agree?! Well, go and give General Templer a break now! This is the first thing you do for the Eastern Region!" Philip said, with a trace of gloom on his face.
A cruel smile.
"Oh! Mr. Philip, you are talking about this! It seems that the injury on your chest is indeed gone, and the pain in your palms is gone, right?!" Emin said lightly.
When he spoke, he did not look at Philip, but kept his eyes on Templeton.
At this moment, Ai Min's eyes were extremely bright and her waist was straighter than before.
"It turns out that this is how it feels to not be afraid of death..." He thought quietly.
***The author has something to say***
Philip: It’s good not to be afraid of death! Then die!