"For the glory of... Huh? Why did these damn things retreat?" The Iron Black Pot, who was just getting into the fight, glanced at the Gana retreating in front of him, his spear in hand coming to a halt.
Mr. Zhou squinted his eyes, holding his Tang Blade, and sized up the distant Gana: "These Gana probably realized they can't break through our defenses, so they're temporarily retreating."
His Tang Blade was custom-made for him. Although he was primarily a Mage, he had also gone through Blood Pool Enhancement a few times, making close combat possible.
Of course, the most important thing is being cool.
Brandishing the Tang Blade while casting magic, Mr. Zhou saw it as a form of romance.
The Iron Black Pot tightened his grip on the spear: "These AI monsters are quite sophisticated, yet it seems they're not planning to retreat? Rather, they're waiting for something?"
