As if a complete life suddenly turned into a toy made of blocks, the Demon Race's tough body was scattering at this moment, breaking down into countless irregular chunks of meat. Blue-green blood flowed out from the gaps, raining down on the sea surface below.
There was no sound of cutting, nor was there a cutting motion. The sharp and hard thorns didn't have any effect at all. Even they were split in half from the middle, making them even more shattered.
Plop!!
The continuous sound from the sea surface below inexplicably reminded Think of the sound she heard when Su'er was boiling dumplings at home, but it was much denser than those dumplings. It was not until more than ten breaths later that this sea area barely returned to a calm state, and no more waves splashed up.
Lowering the height of the flower ship, Think raised her hand as if calling for something. Not long after, one small sphere after another returned to her hand, drawing long lines in the air. This was the biggest contributor to the death of the Demon Race just now.
To be honest, it was not that the Demon Race was killed by Think, but rather that it killed itself - Think only used the weapons she had made in the past to set up many very fine but extremely hard lightless threads made of spirits in this place, and then pretended to make a mistake and showed a flaw. Because the trap was activated only in the last second before the Demon Race's pounce, its instinct for danger, which was even more sensitive than that of a beast, did not have any effect.
The pain of Think destroying one of its eyes before also made the Demon Race forget everything else except for killing this little bug.
The more it crashed into this death net with more force, the more it would get hurt. Under the huge power and speed of the Demon Race, these lightless threads turned into the sharpest blades, sending it to its demise. Because they were too sharp, the Demon Race barely realized what had happened until its body began to scatter. However, everything was already too late.
Think flipped her hand and put away these small spheres that were faintly emitting a scorched smell. Her gaze swept over this sea area. Because a large amount of Demon Race blood had just fallen, the ocean here looked even deeper. She thought... it was probably blue, right?
Deep blue.
Without paying attention to the increasingly grand battle that had not stopped in the direction where the Flügel was, Think roughly confirmed the direction and began to fly towards Su'er's location.
Su'er's condition at this moment was not good. No, to be more accurate, it couldn't be described by a single word like 'good' or 'bad.' He even felt that his condition had never been so good.
For a few microseconds, Su'er even felt that his hands and feet were trembling uncontrollably due to over-excitement. However, in the next instant, the self-check of the flying ship under him clearly told him that it was just an illusion. His hands and feet were still firmly in the places where they should be, and there was not the slightest tremor except for holding the control stick tightly.
Don't underestimate Think's strength. Although she looked like a disabled person in her daily life, that light golden-haired Elf was streets ahead of a certain pink-haired Flügel who was a higher-level race in terms of research and development.
Even though Su'er's personal situation was a bit special so he couldn't connect directly to his soul, connecting directly to his nerves was completely fine. This directly eliminated the drawbacks of primitive manual control. This flying ship could be controlled directly by Su'er's consciousness. It was precisely because of this that he was able to survive until now under the Demon Race's pursuit.
The only problem was that this also made Su'er's consciousness not dare to think wildly at all. Even the slightest thought would directly affect the stability and direction of this flying ship at its current speed. Putting this aside, the only thing that could still bother Su'er was his limited neural reaction speed as a human being.
It was precisely because of this that even with such powerful equipment, he was still in a state of running for his life. It was not that he didn't want to seize the opportunity to counterattack. It was just that after he concentrated on dodging the never-ending attacks of the Demon Race behind him, he really didn't have the energy to do anything else.
Of course, this feeling of swinging on a swing at a high altitude without any protective measures was also the source of his mental excitement that was about to explode - he was indeed enjoying it.
To be honest, according to Think and Jibril's thoughts, it was enough for Su'er to do this much. It was enough to run fast and stay alive. As long as he held on until their battle was over, this last Demon Race would pose no threat at all. This man didn't need to confront the Demon Race head-on.
Their idea was undoubtedly correct. The only thing to note was... Su'er had a slightly different idea.
Boom!!!
A nearly extreme technique of bullet grazing!
The water bullet swung by the Demon Race exploded almost right next to Su'er, and the spreading water mist hit his face. Fortunately, he had already gotten rid of the limitation of having to see with his eyes. Or rather, this flying ship itself was his eyes.
Shaking violently, along with the water bullet that exploded in his face, there was also the huge airflow it brought. The wind pressure made Su'er subconsciously hold his breath, and the entire flying ship flipped over, scraping against the sea surface that was as hard as steel at high speed. He, who was integrated with the entire flying ship in his consciousness, seemed to feel a substantial pain - fortunately, it was just an illusion.
Just like surfing, except on the waves of death. After a few tumbles, Su'er finally stabilized the ship again and could finally take a breath.
Before today, Su'er had always thought that the Demon Race, which was a ruthless race that should be classified as a beast species except for its immense power and ability to use spirits, would not have some subtle emotions. At the very least, beasts knew how to nurture and protect their young, but the Demon Race... at least neither Su'er nor Jibril had ever seen such a Demon Race before.
This conclusion came from two very idle and curious guys who had observed many Demon Races, so it was quite reliable.
Therefore, when the plan was first made, there were two options. One was that after Su'er killed the youngest of the three Demon Races, a Demon Race that wanted to avenge it would follow him. The other was that the remaining Demon Races would only continue to attack Think.
To be honest, the first situation was just added in case something happened, and he didn't expect it to become a reality.
The Demon Race that was chasing Su'er behind him was completely in a state of berserk. There was no doubt that this was a mother who wanted to avenge her cub?