Minato quickly stood up and picked up Tokugawa Aoi.

The latter is now blind and has lost his light in his eyes. His years of hard work will be in vain in this place.

The place is too chaotic now, and only by moving her to a safe place can Water Gate come back and continue the battle with peace of mind.

His foot speed was very fast, and it took only ten minutes to go back and forth.

When I came back, I saw that Sakura and the others were in a good situation because most of their combat power was attracted by Mao Okura Sadao and Roya Shiro.

The rest are those with poor strength.

Seeing Medusa, Red A and Medea were not under great pressure, so they hurried to support the Demon King and the others.

The two of them are as powerful as they are, but they are also caused by the effect of absorbing fear, and this kind of thing will disappear.

And although there are many people here, the dead can no longer provide fear.

When many people are about to face death, they are more not fear, but the desire and belief in survival.

Therefore, the fear they both gained was not very ideal, which was a bit beyond the expectations of Watermen.

There is also a saying that they absorb fear. The stronger the fear of a person is, the more valuable the fear, the greater the power of recovery.

But this righteous strong man will not have the same emotion as fear. Even if he exists, he will be in a short moment. If he easily shows his fear, such a person is an embroidered pillow, not a so-called strong man.

So the ability of the two is actually a bit useless in nature.

However, Aozhenfu is worthy of being the devil king, with his unparalleled fighting skills, and his proficiency is proficient in skills and tricks.

It was just by relying on simple and effective actions that Mizuno was thinking that if his Flowing Water Rock Fist could reach this level, his strength would probably increase a lot.

Even the enemy can't get into your body, so what else can you say?

The two of them were already injured by the siege of many blood clans, and the most important thing was fatigue.

All the blood clans were as if they were desperate, attacking one after another in a crazy wave.

Because basically all the blood clans just now had a lot of money, and now they can't use all their strength.

Even if you are injured, you will quickly replenish your blood and energy. The injury is basically not a problem.

Seeing this, Minato's hands burst out with blue light, and his joining made the situation of the two of them feel much easier in an instant.

For a moment, he actually provoked an attack from ordinary blood clans. Under such group attacks, his blood-sucking effect and blocking effect of the excitement armor became particularly outstanding. The most serious thing was his own counter-injury.

As long as the other party is injured and continues to attack, their injuries will never be healed.

The blood and energy are always nourishing the scars that are caused by the reverse injury, and their recovery advantage is completely destroyed by Mizuno alone.

Masashiro couldn't help but look at the young president, only knowing that he was very strong before.

But I didn't expect it to be so strong. The tacit understanding between the two of them has improved their combat power, which is not as simple as one plus one.

And only one person in Watergate can hold half of the opponent's combat power, which in this case is simply a bug-like existence.

Compared to the two of them, the many blood clans seemed even more surprised. What's going on with horses? Is he a blood clan or I a blood clan?

Why is his ability to reply better than us? He clearly saw himself hitting him in the vital light.

As a result, the next second, the people became lively, as if nothing was wrong. For a moment, the blood clans also had their scalp numbness.

But no matter what they thought, Mizuno hit the wind with his fists, and the blue light drew beautiful and cruel traces under the night sky.

Moreover, the more they fought, the more they became more and more intense, and the speed continued to increase. For a moment, the half of the blood clan was in a state of being unable to withstand it.

It turned into a man who was fighting against a group of people.

Shiro Ashiya looked at his leader with a surprised look, and couldn't help but think of the brave clan who was good at using his moves, but his movements were smoother than theirs.

The pressure on this side gradually slowed down.

On the other hand, the Legion Commander and the Bishop were not so easy.

After a fight, the two of them no longer had the attitude of strolling in the garden at that time. The white sacred clothes on their bodies were broken and exposed many black marks. The two stood by Cleus's hands, holding their huge holy light weapon, and gasping heavily.

Obviously, they are not feeling well now.

Cleus has now taken off his top, revealing his strong muscles, without any fat on his body, and is a perfect figure.

His face still had such a calm expression, and he was not at all aware of being attacked by left and right.

"Is this the combat power of the 13th department's superiors? It seems that this is the case, and it is just a false reputation."

The Legion Commander was a stupid person, and he couldn't say anything when facing this kind of ridicule.

The bishop is known for his cunning and wit, and said with the purpose of delaying time: "Do you think you are strong? It's just a dog saved by Akado. You have to go wherever he asks you to go. Your werewolf's face has been thrown away by you, and thousands of years of dignity have disappeared because of you alone."

Khlius saw his little thoughts and said disdainfully: "Don't try to delay time, and you don't think about why your people have not come yet?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the bishop's pupils instantly shrank, and he thought to himself that it was not good.

Most of them are their own people, and they started fighting with the other person on the way, so the support has not arrived yet for such a long time.

The ultimate expression gradually appeared on his face.

The Legion Commander didn't care about that much. When it came to his Holy Light Warhammer, he rushed up again.

His creed is very simple. He has to complete the tasks assigned to him even if he fights his life.

The bishop gritted his teeth and took up his huge sickle, forming a cross-cutting offensive with the warhammer.

Cleus stood in the middle and fought with these two big and dissatisfied weapons with just his hands.

And it seemed very relaxed, but suddenly he found a flaw and suddenly burst out with a momentum.

The two of them were staggering, and the black and red energy burned like a forest fire.

"I've played enough, so you can die for me!"

After saying that, countless spikes appeared from his body, and each spike looked like a living tentacle.

He aimed at the other blood clans and rushed over. Everyone was shocked by this scene.

Even the blood clan is no exception. When he is stabbed by the black spike, the terrified expression on his face cannot deceive people.

Many blood clans became extremely panicked for a moment and were shouting loudly.

"What the hell is this?"

"What's going on?"
Chapter completed!