Moreover, they coordinated with each other seamlessly; you breach the defense, I ambush, you attack from the front, I hit from the back of the head…
Although the Roc Demon Venerable was indeed more powerful than these individual strongmen, he was thrown into disarray. He was continuously hit, stumbled, blood hung from the corner of his mouth, and even one of his incisors was knocked out!
Someone also shouted simultaneously, "Rabbit, watch closely, learn well. Look how your seniors are fighting! Ada!"
"Ow, ow, ow! Kicking your Old Second... haha, got you! I'm gouging your eyes out!"
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The Roc Demon Venerable had fought countless battles throughout his life, but he swore he had never encountered such a messed-up fight!
It felt like a sick, elderly lion in Africa alone against a pack of rectum-digging hyenas; aside from desperately sitting its butt on the ground, waving useless palms, and dry roaring, it was powerless…
