I started by enhancing cancer cells and uniquely obtained the Godhood Sequence.

In an instant, Sion's rapidly declining health stopped, barely stabilizing below the yellow line and above the red line.

Correspondingly, the three ascetics' health also decreased slightly.

However, it doesn't matter, as their health and physical strength are already quite formidable.

Furthermore, the Ascetic can transfer damage and choose the location of their body themselves, unlike Sion who is directly stabbed into a vital area.

Therefore, the damage from grafting is reduced by more than half, and when distributed among the three people, it is even lower.

Although the three ascetics were not as powerful as warriors like Sain, nor as strong as Shining Knights, and not as agile as assassins like Qingmayi.

However, the three complement each other, making them well-rounded individuals with few weaknesses.

Moreover, they possess the ability to "take the suffering of all beings," meaning that unless you kill them all, it's impossible to completely defeat the three of them.

Sain gasped for breath, his forehead covered in sweat, and looked with lingering fear at Aohime, who had reappeared not far away.

After failing to land a blow, the latter immediately fled without engaging in further combat.

"This thing is so slippery!"

Just as Kovic and Ginter were about to attack her, she dodged the attack with a quick movement.

They were worried about Sain's injuries, so they didn't get out of the car to give chase.

Of course, in reality, it's impossible to catch up.

Aohi's movements were too strange and unpredictable.

To this day, they still can't figure out how the other party suddenly appeared on the chariot.

That's why Sain was seriously injured.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"

Sain never dreamed that he would be the first of these people to lose his fighting ability.

He is the number one player in the Germanic Empire and represents the spiritual pillar of countless Germanic Empire players.

He had originally hoped to use this battle to make a name for himself in the world and wash away his shame, but now everything has turned into a bubble, and he himself has become a "clown"-like character.

This scene was naturally witnessed by the viewers in the live stream.

"Such speed! Sion is seriously injured!"

"No way, is that all there is to Sain? Number one in Germany? That's a joke!"

"Pfft! I had no idea what he was doing earlier, but now I understand. He turned back because he was scared."

"What's the use of being afraid? You're still too incompetent; you'll be the first to get stabbed."

"Even if you bring five big shots, you still can't save him!"

"Don't say that. It wasn't the ascetics who shared the damage with him; he's already gone."

"Don't you guys think Aoi is overrated? Her strength is absolutely genuine; she truly deserves to be called the number one in Japan!"

"That's right, from kidnapping Joshua and Yuna to dealing a devastating blow to the German number one team, this performance was flawless!"

"So, I still want to ask that question: how exactly did Lin Mo beat her?"

"Outrageous! In short, I finally understand the disparity in strength between the various war zones."

"..."

Although each major war zone has its own top player, their strength is difficult to compare.

Aside from the flag battles where some of the strongest fighters clashed, there haven't been many other opportunities to witness these powerful individuals dueling.

However, in fact, they had somewhat misunderstood Sion.

The latter's strength is actually not too weak among the world's major powers.

However, he excels at charging into enemy formations, not one-on-one combat, and lacks the means to prevent such assassin attacks.

That's why they were the first to lose in the confrontation.

It was like Sain driving a chariot back to the rear ranks.

After Mr. Joshua was captured, the chariot was left without a mage who could heal his injuries.

He must return to the rear ranks to receive healing from the healer.

There are some blood-replenishing potions, but in the early days of the Eternal Kingdom, the skill level of pharmacists is not high.

The potion he produced had mediocre effects; it was fine for replenishing the health of ordinary players, but for a top-tier player with extremely high health, it was somewhat insufficient.

"Hiei!"

Just as he was about to ride the dragon back, countless shuriken came hurtling towards him.

"Fearful Cry!!!"

The fear warrior Kovich roared, shattering most of the shuriken in mid-air.

"Get behind me!"

Ginter let out a strange roar, and a layer of shimmering silver dragon scales appeared on his body as he stood in front of everyone.

"Clang clang clang..."

The sword struck Ginter, producing a crisp metallic sound, but it couldn't break through his defenses.

Of course, with so many swords in hand, Ginter couldn't possibly block them all by himself.

Quite a few swords still pierced the bodies of several wyverns, while the rest were taken down by the ascetics.

"roar!!!"

The dragon, in pain, let out a long howl and broke free from the reins held by the weakened Sain, and began to run wildly.

"That beast!"

Sain cursed and was about to reach for the reins when he saw the sword coming at him again.

"Swish, swish, swish!!!"

Waves of shuriken rained down from the sky like a storm of swords, giving them no chance to catch their breath.

"Golden Scale Dragon Armor!!!"

Dragon Armor Warrior Gintel activated his skill, still standing at the forefront and taking the most damage.

Kovic continued to launch sonic attacks, but he was unable to disperse all the shuriken.

One problem after another always seems to be unresolved.

"Where did she get so many shuriken? Don't they cost money?!"

Sain gritted his teeth as he stared at the dense array of shuriken.

With Ginter and Kovic, along with the ascetics, they simply couldn't completely stop these daggers.

Everyone has been hurt, more or less.

Although they weren't seriously injured yet, at this rate, they wouldn't be able to escape successfully.

The main problem is that they all lack long-range means and are unable to effectively pursue Qingmayi.

Whenever a tank gets close to the enemy, the latter will withdraw even faster, always maintaining a distance that is both absolutely safe and still allows them to attack.

Most importantly, the direction of the dragon's attack was gradually getting closer to the city wall.

An invisible killing intent enveloped them, and the next thing they did was move much more slowly, as if they had stepped into a quagmire.

If this continues, their decline will be irreversible.

"Damn it, Aomai! Come at me if you dare!!!"

Sain roared angrily at Aoi Mai.

Unfortunately, the latter remained unmoved, maintaining a certain distance from the chariot and continuously sending out the shuriken in his hand.

It was like a dull knife constantly held to their necks, relentlessly grinding away at their flesh and blood.

Continuous and stable.

One of the ascetics spoke first: "No, we must abandon the vehicle!"

Sain's eyes were bloodshot; he wanted to refute, but he couldn't find a way to do so.

If they were allowed to lead Yalong closer to the city walls, the entire army would be wiped out.

But giving up the chariot and the eight sub-dragons with intermediate-level magical beast bloodlines that he had finally collected felt like a knife to his heart.

"Walk!"

After a moment, he made his decision and said to the dragon-armored warrior:

"Gentell, protect me!"

Ginter nodded and widened the shield in front of him, trying to protect the people behind him as much as possible.

Immediately afterwards, they jumped off the chariots one by one and rushed back the way they came without looking back.

This scene is so similar to what just happened.

This time, however, Sain and his men lost their chariot, making them look even more disheveled.