The appearance of two heroic spirits, and the huge sense of oppression, made Perseus a little difficult.

Fingers gripped the hilt of the knife, and Perseus focused on the man he had suddenly seen before.

"Atun ......"

Su Wen muttered the name, brushed a corner of his memory, and immediately caught the information about Ah Tun that existed in his mind.

In a nutshell...... This Atun is a pseudo-sun god.

But even if he's just a pseudo-sun god, he can't be taken lightly.

Su Wen had seen the fight between the Heroic Spirits, and knew that Perseus would probably not be able to withstand the attack of the two Heroic Spirits alone.

A cluster of bright yellow flames ignited from his fingertips, burning a piece of rune paper, and a few seconds later, Su Wen's voice sounded in the ears of the seven.

"Perseus may not be able to beat it alone, I expect that the two heroic spirits on the other side, one is legendary-level, and the other is lord-level, although Perseus's strength reaches the lord, it is difficult to guarantee that they will carry out a sneak attack."

Su Wen paused and glanced around.

"When the time comes, we will find an opportunity to retreat, stay in the green mountains, and we are not afraid of running out of firewood."

Su Wen's meticulous thoughts fell on Gao Yuan's ears, like a deafening question.

What do you mean?

Don't believe Perseus can fight?

Gao Yuan's teeth were slightly glazed, and a trace of unwillingness burst out of his eyes.

He opened his mouth, but before he could speak, Perseus, who was standing at the front of the group, suddenly moved, extremely fast, and it was vaguely clear from the afterimage that the two were fighting.

Neither Atton nor Perseus were far behind, and their shots were all their might.

Even so, it was night, not the time for Atun's strength.

The curved blade of the Uncurved Sword sliced through the clothes on Ah Tun's abdomen, revealing his strong lower abdomen.

Su Wen and the others saw the opportunity to retreat silently, Hera had been paying attention to the two, and in an instant, she noticed their small movements, and with a lift of the scepter, several brilliant golden lights flew towards several people.

Ah Tun struggled to resist the uncurved sword wielded by Perseus, and found that the pressure on his body suddenly relaxed, and raising his eyes was the scene of Perseus being distracted to protect Su Wen and his party

"It's really arrogant!" After Ah Tun said this, he sneered.

The golden light that was about to come into contact with Su Wen and the others was once again shattered by the sword qi, and Hera was a little impatient.

Hera, who symbolized protection, saw at a glance that the connection between Perseus and Gao Yuan was the deepest, and raised her hand slightly.

Gao Yuan, a few dozen meters away, stumbled, fell to his knees, and spat out a large amount of blood.

He suddenly covered his heart, and all kinds of negative emotions poured out, making him not want to pay attention to the current situation and want to cry.

Su Wen was the first to notice Gao Yuan's injury, and immediately squatted down to help Gao Yuan.

"What's wrong with you?!"

Gao Yuan opened his mouth to speak, but the smell of rust filled his entire mouth, and he couldn't even make a sound.

I don't know if it's because he's too weak, or if his vocal cords have been destroyed by an unknown force.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Su Wen's heart became even more anxious, and the psychic connection between Perseus and Gao Yuan made him take time to turn his head in the fierce battle.

It happened to be at this gap that Ah Tun found an opportunity to take advantage of it, and the fierce attack was merciless.

Blood splattered, and Perseus was forced to cut off one of his arms, the bleeding place was blurred with flesh and blood, and his other hand trembled so much that he could hardly hold the unbent sword.

"He can't continue to fight, maybe Perseus won't be able to recover 100% because of this fight!"

Su Wen's voice exploded in the ears of Gao Yuan, who was confused.

He shook his teeth, under normal circumstances, there were only two ways for several people to go.

One, he doesn't care about Perseus's life or death, let him drag Wu Nan and the two Heroic Spirits with his life, and they will have more events to leave quickly.

Second, stay and die together.

Su Wen knew that with Gao Yuan's character, he would never make the first choice.

Looking at Perseus and Gao Yuan in his arms, Su Wen felt very uncomfortable.

obviously said that he wanted to protect their safety, but in the blink of an eye, both of them were injured.

Su Wen and the others were in front, and Lu Weiyang was behind.

As soon as he turned his head, Lu Weiyang saw A Tun grabbing a hand towards him.

Shocked in his heart, Lu Weiyang immediately raised his hand to defend, but fortunately, he wore the gloves left for him by his parents and barely blocked the blow.

But the gloves were also burned to pieces by the light on Ah Tun's hands.

Hands were covered with blood.

Seeing that he couldn't do a single blow, Atun attacked him again.

It seemed that there was a fire burning in Su Wen's body and chest, and he began to pay attention to the soul power on the spirit pattern, and he had already received a response from the Heroic Spirit.

Now, all he needs to do is move his mind, and an unknown Heroic Spirit will appear next to him.

The fragments of light had begun to gradually gather, and they were moving closer to Su Wen's side, and a violent roar interrupted the injection of Su Wen's soul power, and the heroic spirit's body dissipated again before it could gather.

No one was present to notice such an anomaly, because their eyes had already been attracted by Lu Weiyang.

The injured Lu Weiyang's eyes were red, and his hands were clenched tightly in front of his chest, as if he was still holding something in his hands.

Su Wen's eyes were sharp, and he saw that Lu Weiyang's palms seemed to be stained red with blood.

A flash of inspiration flashed in Su Wen's mind, and he thought of an idea that seemed impossible, but this situation was extremely probable.

If memory serves, Lu Weiyang had always carried a small horn relic as a necklace before.

In the previous summoning ceremony, I don't know if it was because the two holy relics existed at the same time, so Lu Weiyang failed to summon it.

In this case, although the formation was not placed, the soul power around here was already comparable to the strength required by the formation.

Coupled with the stimulation of blood, isn't this the best summoning array!

It's just that relic......

Before Su Wen could finish thinking, the golden light appeared through the gap between Lu Weiyang's fingers, and the light became brighter and brighter, until his hands could no longer be covered.

But whoever has eyes knows that he holds a treasure in his hand.

After a few seconds of this light, the original bright light suddenly dimmed.

Lu Weiyang seemed to have spent all his strength, and fell to the ground, not knowing if he was still alive.

But a bull's head shape, more than two meters tall, has condensed and formed.

"My acolyte, the breath of despair around you is exciting."

The Mandarin spoken by the Heroic Spirit is not standard, but it can barely be heard.

The Heroic Spirit, who was a head and a half taller than Atun, turned against the light, his eyes were blood-red, the tips of the horns were glowing, and the sound of heavy panting silenced the sound of everyone's breathing.

"It's a pity to meet for the first time and the last time, my lord-in-waiting, but this king still wants to tell you that his real name is -"

"The Bull Demon King."