They could all see that Zhang Rongfang took a shortcut.
He did not gather momentum on his own but instead created a massive amount of blood imbued with his own momentum to assault the enemy.
This blood's momentum was extremely pure, making it the best soldier and the finest expendable for momentum.
In an instant, another explosion of blue light occurred.
The eighth time!
Now there's only the final time left.
In the vortex of the blood cloud.
Shells of Zhang Rongfang circled around the Sacred Patrol, flying in mid-air.
All the shells were identical, each with massive bat wings, indistinguishable from the real one.
By this point, both the Sacred Patrol and Zhang Rongfang were utterly exhausted.
The Sacred Patrol had died too many times; though his body recovered each time, the wear on his mind could not be restored.
While Zhang Rongfang had remained mostly unharmed, hiding in the blood cloud for various stealth attacks.
