"I knew there was something wrong with Fane's brain!"
At that moment, Fane raised the black sword and unleashed an attack toward the back of the eighttailed demonic snake, and everyone else watched on, their expressions changing as they spectated with a complicated expression.
A few of them felt like Fane was lacking in knowledge. Did he not know that beasts like the eighttailed demonic snake, who were strong defensively and physically reliant, had their strongest defenses at their backs?
Did he think that his attack had already exceeded the restrictions of his level and would be able to pierce through the eight-tailed demonic snake's defenses?
This time, even those from the northern clans who had faith in Fane did not know what to say.
"What's Fane doing? Why is he risking his life on the line to attack the eight-tailed snake's back?! Is he trying to waste his true energy?"
Their confusion was evident in their questions.
Fane's actions were no doubt difficult to understand.
Isaiah clutched Nelson's hand incredibly tightly. He then spoke to Nelson, his voice lowered, "What do you
think Fane is doing? I know he's always had his own opinion of things, and I feel like he's not someone who would do things frivolously..."
In truth, Isaiah did not know any better way to describe it. Nelson knew what Isaiah wanted to say; Fane was not an idiot. However, everything Fane was doing seemed to be proving that Fane lacked some brain cells!
The masked man started to laugh out loud. "I can't believe he's genuinely attacking the hardest part. Graham would indefinitely not do something like that.
"Everyone knows that no matter what manner of fiend they are, their stomachs are the softest section of their body. The stomachs are always the best place to attack! Yet, this guy seemed to not understand anything. I want to laugh just looking at him putting his life on the line like that!"
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