In a duel between masters, even the difference of a single feather can decide victory or defeat, life or death. So when facing someone like Lv Chunyang, neither Vlad III nor Heck dared to be careless, and certainly didn't dare to deplete their energy before the decisive battle.
"Troops against troops, kings against kings, it's not impossible," Vlad III smiled slightly and immediately withdrew to the rear of the crowd, "Even my subordinates can kill you without much difficulty."
Heck turned his head and looked at a werewolf, saying, "Tacks, go fetch this person's head."
"Yes!"
The one named Tacks, a Martial Saint, shot a cold glare at Fan Pingyuan and said icily, "Make your move."
Boom!
He directly leaped to the forefront of the battlefield, confronting Fan Pingyuan.
"Now is not the time for a fight," Fan Pingyuan said. "You've barged into Medicine King Valley, didn't you consider that there might be traps here?"
