Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

Soren, now at his limit, dragged his wounded body, limping and stumbling towards where Shadow was.

Each step sent searing pain from his wounds, and blood dripped continuously from his clothes, leaving a trail of shocking bloody footprints on the ground.

With great difficulty, he reached Shadow's side, and Soren took out a precious healing potion from his bosom, carefully helped Shadow up, and slowly fed the potion into his mouth.

You must know that at this critical moment concerning the survival of the royal family, the power of Saint-level powerhouses is crucial, but the reality is so cruel, leaving them in a state of isolation and helplessness.

As for those eighth-order transcendents, although they are usually quite strong, they are as small and powerless as small shrimps in front of Saint-level powerhouses who have mastered legendary props.

Their attacks on Saint-level powerhouses are like shaking a tree, making it difficult to cause substantial damage, let alone reverse the situation.

Looking at the battle between Robert and Prince Arenal, it can be regarded as remarkable.

Prince Arenal had consumed a lot of physical strength and magical power in the fierce battle with Soren before, and he had suffered a lot of injuries. His state was not as good as before.

So, as soon as they fought, he was suppressed by Robert.

Robert held a weapon and displayed a set of exquisite combat skills. Each move and each style carried powerful power. The attack swept towards Prince Arenal like a storm, making the opponent a little embarrassed and could only constantly defend passively, looking for opportunities to counterattack.

However, Robert is, after all, a newly promoted Saint-level powerhouse. Compared with Prince Arenal, an old powerhouse who has been immersed in Saint-level power for many years, he still lacks some experience.

Although he had the upper hand, it was not easy to completely win against the opponent in a short period of time.

In the process of struggling to support himself, Prince Arenal gradually stabilized his position and began to use his rich combat experience to skillfully resolve Robert's attacks, and occasionally he could seize the opportunity to counterattack. The two sides fell into a stalemate for a while, and it was difficult for anyone to break the deadlock in a short time.

As for the battle between Hank and Lebar, that was a real bloodbath, as if the entire underground maze had become a tragic battlefield.

Hank, with full of hatred and determination to protect the royal family, launched a fierce offensive as soon as he came up.

The legendary sword in his hand was wielded with great force, and each swing of the sword brought up a brilliant sword light.

The sword light was like a substantial blade, slashing fiercely towards Lebar.

Moreover, Hank also cleverly used his profound magical power to infuse it into the sword, making the power of each sword even higher, and the surrounding space was cut into fine cracks by this powerful force.

Lebar was not to be outdone. The black hand crossbow in his hand continuously fired black lights containing dark magic power, while his figure nimbly shuttled through the gaps in Hank's attacks, trying to find Hank's flaws.

Each of the black lights shot from the black hand crossbow carried a fatal threat. Once hit, even a powerful Saint-level powerhouse like Hank would probably suffer a lot.

The two of them came and went, and when their attacks collided, bursts of roaring sounds erupted. The powerful energy fluctuations, like a turbulent tsunami, spread wildly towards the surroundings.

Under the impact of this force, large areas of cracks continued to appear on the surrounding walls, and in some places, even the entire wall collapsed, raising dust all over the sky. The entire underground maze seemed to be crumbling in this fierce battle, as if it would collapse at any time.

Soren quietly watched all this, his eyes full of solemnity and worry, his brain was running fast, and he was silently estimating the power he could mobilize at this moment.

Suddenly, Hank let out a earth-shattering roar, his voice full of determination and fearlessness. He actually planned to exchange his life for another, using a suicidal tactic.

He poured all the magic power of his whole body into the legendary sword in his hand without reservation. The whole person was like a burning meteor, rushing towards Lebar swiftly.

The sword, wrapped in the power of destroying the heavens and the earth, carrying Hank's loyalty to the royal family, his longing for his daughter, and his hatred for the enemy, slashed fiercely towards Lebar. The power of this strike seemed to tear the entire space apart.

Seeing this, Lebar's face changed drastically. He knew the power of Hank's strike, and he didn't dare to be negligent at the moment.

He tried his best to display his movement skills, trying to avoid this fatal blow.

Fortunately, he usually pays great attention to the cultivation of his movement skills. At this critical moment of life and death, he narrowly avoided the vital parts.

However, Hank's sword, which he had tried his best to use, finally fell. There was only a "poof" sound, and one of Lebar's arms was cut off, and blood spurted out like a spring, spilling on the ground, forming a dazzling pool of blood.

But at the same time, the black hand crossbow in Lebar's hand also shot a black light towards Hank in a panic. The black light was extremely fast, and it pierced through Hank's chest in the blink of an eye.

Hank's whole body stiffened as if struck by lightning, and a mouthful of blood spurted out uncontrollably. The blood splashed in the air, as if it was raining blood.

After that, his complexion quickly deteriorated at a speed visible to the naked eye. The black light shot from the black hand crossbow was obviously attached with fatal negative energy, and it was frantically raging in his body along the wound, constantly eroding his vitality and destroying his meridians and internal organs.