He sensed something dangerous hidden within this heavy rainstorm.
"Kill!"
A roar echoed, and he saw two level 10 monsters charging towards him.
Anger flickered in Saruman's eyes.
Perhaps his innate sense of danger was stronger than most, allowing him to repeatedly evade encirclement on smaller battlefields.
Now, some monsters began to consciously attack the squad he was in.
However...
"Do you think you can kill me?!"
A dark flame ignited upon his Beheading Greatsword.
With a swift slash, even the wind seemed to be carried along.
The black sword struck precisely and swiftly at the opponent's major artery.
In an instant, blood spurted forth.
The thrill of killing the enemy spread throughout his body, but the next moment, Saruman's expression changed:
"Back off! Leave here quickly, it's dangerous."
He didn't even have time to exchange combat signals with his teammates.
Everyone was familiar with Saruman Lane's uncanny sense of danger on the battlefield.
