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-on 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 moment, Temple was sweating profusely and panting like an ox, and his originally fierce attack gradually slowed down.
"Cook, if you don't come over to help, we're all going to be in trouble! Did Genes fight to the death just to make you cry for him?!" Emin increased the interference while facing Genes, who was holding him in his arms. yelled a tearful Cook.
He felt that his life was hanging by a thread, and in 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 and joined the battle group, unleashing 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 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 he 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 to deal with one thunderball per person, and you can achieve success by attacking at the same time.
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 Phillip who was still adjusting his breath.
"A bunch of trash!" Phillip'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, then 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 Deng PuLa 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 fraud 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 for Dempla to turn around, he changed to using his palm.
It seems that Mr. Philip is interested in recruiting the resourceful Emin.
He was aware of it 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 spurted out, the sword technique in his hand also took shape.
He saw that the dagger instantly shattered into pieces and turned into a sword rain that shot out in all directions.
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 another move.
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 Amin, he felt a rain of swords coming.
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, orange light lit up in the hand he waved out, 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, he should be able to survive, but now...
Phillip's lustful thoughts were interrupted by the changes in 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 Phillip's palm directly with the electric snake, and the other part flew to his whole body with the force of breaking!
"Bastard!" Phillip roared wildly and flew back.
Even so, although his palm failed to hit the target, it still swept away Ai Min.
Phillip endured the pain in his palm, rushed forward behind Cook, and tapped the general on the back of his heart before he wanted to blow himself up.
Cook suddenly lost all his strength and fell to the ground.
At this point, both Templeton and Cook lost their combat effectiveness, 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 fly! 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!" Philip 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 semi-stupid state. He responded casually, but his eyes turned around on Jeans, Cook, and Templeton, wondering 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 hint of sinister expression 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 what it feels like to not be afraid of death..." He thought quietly.
