Ian looked at the three scorpion tails dangling behind the manticore, quickly calculated, and quickly came to a conclusion.

It's almost impossible to rescue Leila from her attacks on the ground. Those three tails were enough to contain him, Sid, and Zach, and then easily eat Leila in front of everyone. Another possibility is that they rush forward with their swords raised, and the manticore is too lazy to fight them, so he flies away with Leila and returns to a safe place to have a full meal.

This is perhaps the best outcome for the fragile investigation team. Sid, of course, saw this, and he whispered words out of his mouth with barely opening his mouth, reminding Ian. But Ian just shook his head, not knowing whether he couldn't hear or disagreed. At this time, the young man was muttering to himself in his heart: "What is there to exchange less for more, only to see death and not save ......" Moreover, he had already decided that when the manticore took off, it was the only and best time for them to rescue Laila.

The monster wouldn't give them time to deliberate on a battle plan, its three tails swaying more and more violently, and Ian knew it couldn't wait any longer.

Blue flames rekindled in the boy's eyes, and Frien appeared out of thin air twenty paces behind him. As soon as she finished her manifestation, she loosened her strings, and a blue arrow burst through the air, heading straight for the scorpion's sapphire eyes.

The monster had already seen Frynn, grabbed it with its left front paw, and held Layla into its claw, while its wings vibrated and the lion body soared into the air - seeing that Sid and Ian were not close, it really chose to give up the entanglement!

At that moment, with Lyra's exclamation, on the left and right sides of the manticore, Sid and Ian stepped forward almost simultaneously, bouncing their blades flat on the ground and sweeping towards the monster that had just taken off. Unsurprisingly, they were greeted by two scorpion-tailed cone-spikes. With two distinct sounds, Ian and Sid's blades slammed into the hard cone spikes and were knocked flying and falling to the ground.

Ian was in mid-air, letting himself fall, his back to the ground and looking at the manticore—the air behind the manticore, I should say, and the blue light in his eyes skyrocketed. Zach had disappeared from the ground at some point, and was now silently there. He hung his body upside down with his head and feet, and his long sword pointed straight at him, like a blue meteor, crashing into a monster flying in mid-air.

With the help of gravity, his spirit sword sank into the manticore's body. The monster was suddenly attacked in the air, and after eating the pain, its body instinctively shrank, but its claws were slightly open, and Leila fell out softly. Both Ian and Sid had been slammed to the ground, their backs tingling. Sid had just turned over with his two-handed sword when he saw Ian lying upright on the ground, neither quickly rising to defend nor curling up in pain, just gritting his teeth, his eyes still burning with blue light.

Looking up at Leila again, another blue shadow flew by, like Fryne's arrow, and Andrew's spirit swept past Leila, who was falling, and sent her to the ground safely.

Ian slowly stood up with his long sword in his hand, and muttered a count: "Fifth ......"

The wounded manticore danced frantically back and forth in the air, swimming irregularly and without stopping. Its wound was clearly not deep enough, but the blood gushing out of it spilled from time to time as it tumbled and flew, splashing on the faces of Ian and Sid, who were closest to it.

"Why don't you listen to me!" was Leila's first sentence as she got up, "We're all going to die here!"

"Run!" Ian didn't bother to argue with her, just shouted a word.

Lyra was stunned, didn't say anything more, and turned to run towards her companion.

In the sky was a manticore-tailed lion that was constantly shifting its position, and it let out an angry roar from time to time, as if it no longer cared about Lyra's movements, but stared at the two human swordsmen at its feet. Sid didn't dare to be careless, standing in front of him with his sword in both hands, his steps kept moving, and the blade of the sword always faced the manticore.

Suddenly, without warning, the monster launched another low-altitude dive. This time the distance was too short, and it was in front of you in an instant. Sid, who had already suffered a loss before, how could he dare to raise his sword to block it? He turned to the right, put his two-handed sword horizontally in front of him, and pounced, followed by another tumbling. The manticore landed directly this time and did not fly again. Sid got up just in time to meet the monster that had turned around and turned its face at him.

The mouth on the face is wide open, and the corners of the lips grin directly to the base of the ear - this open mouth occupies half of the face, and the long, sharp teeth are stacked in the mouth. The manticore bit up quickly, but Sid didn't relax at all despite rolling and dodging, and had already thought of a move. His blade slashed from underneath him as he rolled up, slashing his length from chin to lip top, leaving a slanted scar. The suddenness of the sword slashed deeply, and the manticore's mouth was covered in blood, and after suffering the pain, he swung around and turned his head to Ian's side.

When Sid saw that it was the manticore himself who exposed his soft belly in front of him, Sid was overjoyed and hurriedly raised his sword to cut again. But I only heard Ian shouting urgently: "Get down!" Fortunately, he has rich experience in actual combat, and he didn't turn his head and fell directly on the spot. At that moment, he only felt a strong wind above his head, as if a flock of black eagles were rushing over his head, and even the hair on the top of his head flew up, and even a few were dragged away.

Sid, who was lying on the ground, rolled over and turned his back up, only to see the black tail carapace of the manticore flying past his eyes. If it hadn't been for Ian's scream, he would have been skewered into meat on a bamboo skewer by now. Sid lay on the ground, finding his back soaked with sweat, cold and sticky.

The fear that arises when people are on the verge of life and death can sometimes turn into unusual powers. Sid did not die, but blood poured up and he was angry. He lay on the ground, leaning slightly to the right, his left hand took a dagger from his waist and held it near his right ear, the tip of the blade pointed upward, accompanied by his rapid breathing, ready to move, and the other hand was naturally placed on the ground, and he clenched the greatsword hard. He knew that when the manticore missed a blow, he would immediately retract his tail and stab it from the air with the cone of his tail.

He wasn't going to give it another chance.

The manticore's tail crossed Sid's side, swift and powerful. However, the moment it pierces Sid, it will immediately slow down and even stop for a moment if it finds that the attack is missing, allowing its tail to readjust its stance for the next blow.

Sid was aiming for this moment. A moment earlier, a moment later, will only allow yourself to be swept away by its immense power.

This short and precious moment soon came. Sid's pupils shrank suddenly, and the dagger held in his left hand stabbed fiercely into the ventral side of the tail by leaning his body forward in advance.

With a click, the blade successfully cut into the gap in the carapace and stabbed into the tail.

The manticore let out a short roar, and the tail that pierced Sid retracted suddenly.

"Ahh

The veteran now held the dagger stuck in the manticore's tail in his left hand, and held his two-handed sword in his right hand, dangling in mid-air on the scorpion's tail.

The dagger he grabbed hard and plunged into the monster's tail, and it was stuck in the hard armor that was retracted. The injured tail stood up and shook with Sid. Seeing that the tail had been retracted, Sid did not hesitate to let go of the dagger, and in the process of falling, he put on the two-handed sword in his right hand with his left hand, twisted his body, and swept with his sword.

The sound of a piece of armor shattering reached Ian's ears, but it was immediately drowned out by the manticore's earth-shattering roar.

Sid slashed with all his might, but he couldn't even cut off the tail. The two-handed sword stuck in the tail, and the shattered pieces of armor fell to the ground. Before Sid could let go, he was thrown out by the manticore. Then, the monster leapt to its feet and rushed to Sid's landing spot with unerring accuracy.

Sid was now unarmed, and the dagger and two-handed sword were all left on that damn tail. My own people are in the air again, and there is really no way. Seeing that the sharp claws of the manticore were about to shoot in front of him, suddenly a sparkling blue light burst in front of his eyes - Zach stood in front of him, and almost at the same time, he snapped back into a point of light, and then, Sid felt a sharp pain in his chest, and he didn't know anything.

Ian was dripping with sweat on his forehead, knelt down on one knee, and whispered with his sword in his right hand, "Sixth...... Seventh ......"

The limit of twelve times was calculated without the spirit being broken, and now that Zach was broken, he had to roughly count one more time as a counteract.

"Eighth ......," he said, re-embodying Zach.

Looking at the tail, with Sid's sword, it shook and trembled slightly, apparently wounded, and unable to take it off. Sid's situation is also not optimistic, and he has been lying on the ground since he landed, and has not stood up again. Ian guessed a few points through the power of Zach's crushing. Although he barely resisted with the spirit, Sid should have been hit hard. As for the exact extent of the injury, Ian didn't have time to check right now—the Manticore wasn't about to stop there.

Its two sapphire-like eyes didn't have eyeballs to see where it was heading, but Ian could feel it staring at him. Although he was worried about Sid's injury, he had no chance to take care of him. Ian felt that Sid was now an hourglass, and the blood that came out of his wound was sand, and when the sand ran out, the battle would be meaningless. Whether he lives or dies, he loses.

The boy quickly thought back to the battle so far, and the Manticore's attack on the ground was not complicated. It's just that the tail is both fast and retractable, both offensive and defensive, and it is almost delusional to ignore the tail and attack the manticore directly. What's more, this manticore also has three tails.

Ian's gaze shifted to the manticore's tail, looked at Sidka's two-handed sword on one of its tails, and silently decided on a battle plan. For Ian, it seems that there are never multiple options in the process of survival, and there is always only one way to live. Lyra's footsteps were no longer audible, and it seemed that only he and the angry monster were left in the wilderness.