The heart is a weakness for many creatures, especially the demon known for its tenacious vitality. Lancelo stayed in the abyss for so long, and attacking the heart has become a subconscious reaction similar to muscle memory. In most cases, this subconscious reaction will make his attack faster and more precise, and make various incredible dodges.

But when facing virtual creatures like Banshee, there is no difference between attacking the heart and attacking any other part. This can still cause damage, but it will not have the effect of a fatal blow.

A hideous expression mixed with pain and anger appeared on the banshee's face, and rushed towards the human knight. Lancelo thought to himself, but he was eager to save people just now, and he rushed too hard, so he couldn't dodge it.

The banshee rushed into his arms and then passed through his body completely, which felt like she suddenly fell into the cold water, as if she could not even gather the power of her breathing.

The coldness disappeared as the banshee left his body. Lancelo felt that part of his life energy was taken away with him. Even with his body in the Foundation Establishment Stage, he felt as if he was exhausted at this moment.

But Lancelo is not an ordinary person after all. The true energy in the dantian gushed out, filling every inch of meridians in his body. By instantly consuming 30% of the true energy, he brought his body back to his best condition.

Sensing the position of the enemy behind him, a sword light as dazzling as flames appeared on the Frost Slash. Lancelo turned around and saw a sword, and a half-moon-shaped green light swept across the banshee's abdomen.

He was not the only one who launched an attack. Although Eroticia was not as fast as Lancelo, she had already arrived behind him at this moment. The long sword decorated with angel wings emitted dazzling golden light, and the Evil Breaking Slash slashed down like the scorching sun at noon, and overlapped with Lancelo's horizontal slash to form a perfect cross.

The banshee's phantom was split into four parts, and Lancelo felt a little relaxed. Under such an attack, even the most powerful monster would have to die, right?

But in the next moment, his spiritual sense began to call the police crazily, and then a terrifying force came, like a hook punch in the middle of his chin, lifting him out fiercely.

After being attacked by the deadly joint attack by the human knight and the succubus paladin, the banshee actually "exploded". Dozens of evil spirit-like shadows surged out from the cracks of her figure, rushing towards everyone present.

Lancelo was closest to the banshee, and three shadows came straight to him. The moment he landed, the human knight quickly stood up with a clever back roll, and the weapons in his hand slashed out three swords without stopping, each sword shattering a shadow. But these phantoms soon gathered again not far away, some pounced at him again, and some pounced on others nearby.

The human knight's sword swung like a whirlwind, shattering all the shadows that were approaching, but others were not as good as they were. Several shadows pounced on Alamir, and the priest had to draw out a hard-headed hammer to defend himself, but in this way, his concentration on casting was interrupted, and a sound came from the dark cave.

The moment everyone's hearing recovered, the sharp and harsh wailing sound of the banshee came from his ears. The defense that could have been barely maintained was immediately destroyed. Countless black shadows rushed into everyone's bodies, stealing the energy of life from their bodies and returning to their mother body. The shattered figure of the banshee began to recover quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Lancelo's heart sank little by little, and the strength of this banshee exceeded all their expectations. Today he himself might be able to use the shadow to jump and escape, but others may be in danger.

Thinking of this, Lancelo was secretly ruthless and began to walk towards the screaming banshee step by step. Since the two swords failed to kill the banshee just now, then cut three swords, ten swords, and hundreds of swords. Even if he tried his best to do all his cultivation today, he must kill this monster!

The Banshee, who was constantly releasing shadows, seemed unable to move, but she knew very well that this human knight posed the greatest threat. More shadows rushed towards Lancelo, like moths rushing towards the lights in the dark, trying to forcibly put out the candlelight.

Lancelo's sword was getting faster and faster, and he would swing dozens of swords at each heartbeat. The dancing sword light almost formed a blue light shield, blocking all the shadows that were sprinting towards him outside.

Of course, such an explosion is not without cost. The true energy in the dantian surged out wildly, and it was consumed rapidly like fuel, increasing the strength of his body to the extreme, and thus barely satisfying the burden on his body by swinging the sword at a high frequency. He moved forward step by step, and the resistance he encountered became increasingly greater.

But Lancelo sadly realized that before he could solve the banshee, the enemy would take away all his companions' lives. This thought made him feel scared. If there was anything more terrifying than being trapped in the abyss, a plane full of demons, it was losing his companions in the abyss.

Although their strength seems to be inferior to that of himself, as they understand the abyss more and more, Lancelo understands the importance of these friends more and more. They are the beacon for Lancelo to maintain his rationality and the compass for his morality. Without the company of his friends, it is difficult for Lancelo to imagine what kind of beast he would become in order to survive in the abyss.

Abandoning these possible distractions in his mind, Lancelo gathered all his anger and moved forward inch by inch at the screaming banshee. There was only one thought in his mind, which was to cut the monster that killed all his partners into pieces.

There are many warriors who will let anger completely dominate themselves in a state of complete violence, in which they can burst out the limits of their physical strength and speed, and will not stop due to any injuries before being completely knocked down. Such warriors are common in nomadic tribes far away from the civilized world, but Lancelow rarely lets himself be dominated by angry emotions in battle.

It’s not that he doesn’t understand the power of anger. As a knight, the battle he faces is often a fierce battle between two armies for weeks or even months. Any fighting style that wastes physical strength is extremely unwise. But at this moment, facing the desperate situation where his partners are about to lose their lives, Lancelo completely untied the shackles of his soul and let himself burst out with his limit of combat power.

In such a state, he certainly would not notice that his original green sword light turned into a flame-like red light, and the true energy flowing through the meridians was as hot as it was ignited.

Some special force was activated under the stimulation of his anger.
Chapter completed!