Chapter 2085 - 556: Still Had the MVP Stolen

Luo Yan's right hand grasped in the air, and as he released Vivian, an invisible large hand clamped around the throat of one of the Tomb Guardians.

The other hand then struck his abdomen fiercely.

"Ugh—!"

The man vomited directly, simultaneously knocked out by the immense force, lying on the ground like a lump of mud, unconscious.

As for the other four, they had already turned into four blackened corpses.

What surprised Luo Yan was that they actually had Holy Blessing marks on their bodies, making them impossible to be raised using Undead Magic as Corpse Ghosts.

Simply put, something took them to reincarnate, just like the players of "Catastrophe OL" whose souls return to the Great Graveyard after death.

The blood of these assassins all contained "Holy Content"...

The battle was over.

The magic light on Sarah's body dissipated slowly.

She put away her weapon and walked up to Luo Yan, her cat ears drooping, bowing her head apologetically, looking ashamed for the punishment.

"I'm sorry... Lord Demon King, I couldn't capture any alive ones."

Luo Yan smiled lightly, reaching out encouragingly to touch Sarah's lowered head, speaking in a gentle tone.

"It's okay, keeping two alive is enough."

The other one is still running, but that's a futile effort. If he lets a rat escape right under his nose, his Demon General might as well find a block of tofu to crash and die.

Watching a certain cat steal a sneak from him, Vivian's blood pressure which had just gone down, soared again, only held back by Shenette's desperate efforts.

"Let me go! Shenette! This is an order!"

"Calm down, Your Highness... that Demon is strange!"

"I don't care! That's my brother!"

"Please, endure for now..."

Shenette didn't dare let go, she could only call for help while desperately pleading, trying to soothe this little ancestor.

On the battlefield, swords have no eyes. What if that guy's gun accidentally fired?!

At least find out what that thing is first!

She purely made this judgment from a guard's perspective, after all, she didn't know Sarah and was clueless about that guy's disposition.

No matter how much noise Vivian made, Sarah kept her head down without saying a word, still looking ashamed, but the slight shaking of her cat ears revealed her inner delight.

Hmm...

This time, there was finally no interruption.

Looking at Sarah's expression, Luo Yan was uncertain whether he should stop, having a feeling that the Blood Clan Knight couldn't hold Vivian back much longer.

Just then, he suddenly noticed a change in Sarah, raising his eyebrows slightly.

Hmm?

His cat, actually leveled up.

...

A kilometer away, in the depths of the Black Pine Forest.

Shrek was still running for his life. Branches scratched his face; mud clung to his eyes, yet he dared not halt.

As long as he ran far enough...

"Thud!"

Just as he thought this, the root of the nearby tree suddenly moved, perfectly blocking his paw's path.

No time to evade, Shrek fell flat on his face again, the iron can containing the "Black Death God" slipping from his grip, rolling along the ground.

He raised his head in despair.

On the tree trunk ahead sat a red-haired woman.

Her legs were long, yet her overall frame was more petite than a Ratmen, with demon wings fluttering behind, her scarlet eyes gleamed with mockery and laziness.

The iron can wrapped in leather, like it had been taken by the soul, floated up, suspended above her slender wrist.

"Good evening," she smiled brightly, "little mouse."

Shrek shut his eyes in despair.

Now he really was mouse-trapped...