Chapter 1049: Kill You in Three Strikes (Part Two)
At the same time, Busquets used everything he had and tried to dash away from Emperor Yassin and Hazel Bank’s joint attacks.
Such a dangerous situation was something that these three demi-gods of Barcelona had never imagined.
No one knew that Lampard who was the weakest out of all six masters had such unimaginable silver energy prisons, locking down two demi-gods and changing the situation.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Golden sword energies attacked Busquets from all sides, and the latter was like a doll that was being hit by bullets. He moved around in the sky and couldn’t land on the ground.
At the same time, blood dripped down the Death God Sickle in Hazel Bank’s hand.
Of course, the blood wasn’t from the Undead Mage; it was from Busquets.
Although Busquets tried to dodge as much as he could, he was put into a disadvantage since the beginning, and he was facing two opponents who were on his level and had immense combat experience. Therefore, Busquets could only barely maintain his life and not die, let alone fighting back.
As time went by, Busquets was having a hard time moving. The Death God Sickle left many wounds on his body, and Emperor Yassin’s golden sword energies got into his body and started causing destruction as well.
“Hahahaha! I’m one of the ten famous generals of a level 9 empire! How can I die in such a remote little empire? Damn it!” Busquets shouted angrily as blood dripped down from his eyes.
However, like a monkey who had fallen into a swamp, the more Busquets struggled, the deeper he fell into the trap.
Whoosh!
A golden sword energy hit Busquets on the chest, and it pierced into his green realm and made blood gush out of his body.
“Ah!” Busquets screamed and puked up a mouthful of blood, and his face turned faint-yellow.
Puff!
Hazel Bank appeared behind Busquets like a ghost, and the sickle slashed out horizontally, cutting open Busquets’s lower back and severing the latter’s spine.
Busquets was almost cut in half, and a ton of his blood that contained demi-godly power dripped down onto the ground, smashing down to create many deep and black craters.
“Hahaha! Die!” Hazel Bank was merciless, and he used murderous moves. The Death God Sickle turned into a streak of silver light and struck toward Busquets’ throat, wanting to decapitate this demi-god of Barcelona.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
At this moment, Elves and Mascherano broke out of their imprisonment, and they did something completely different from each other.
As if he didn’t see Busquets who was in mortal danger, Alves shot forward and dashed toward Lampard in anger, wanting to kill this weak opponent who troubled them for so long.
On the other hand, Mascherano instantly helped Busquets. He reached out his hands and slapped forward, and two streaks of power of realm that looked like two giant orange mountains shot toward Hazel Bank.
The Undead Mage had to back away to dodge this attack. He couldn’t expose his identity as an undead mage, and he was a mage, which meant that he couldn’t take the full-force attack of a warrior. If he were hit, he would be killed.
Busquets finally escaped from death at this critical moment.