The middle-aged warrior casually tossed aside the Long Spear, letting out a hearty laugh. "Hahaha! The third one! That makes it a net gain!"
In those brief few seconds, several festering blisters had already appeared on the warrior's palm. The poison coated on the spear was extremely corrosive, a deadly substance that ordinary humans could not possibly wield. This life-corroding Abyssal Poison, combined with the Sheep-headed Monsters' own formidable resistance to toxins, was the fundamental reason their combat prowess far surpassed that of the Little Inferior Demons.
The two consecutive failed attacks, which left three Sheep-headed Monsters dead on the battlefield, came as a slight surprise to the Black Armored Abyss Knight. His hooded cloak suddenly billowed, and a wave of cold malevolence surged out from beneath it like black fog.
"Ready the Short Spears! Kill them!"
