Chapter 881: Those Drunk on Past Glory Are as Good as Dead (1)
“Aaaargh!”
A blade tore through a shoulder, leaving a long, bloody gash across a side. The attackers who had lashed out in a frenzy were now realizing, firsthand, the consequences of their emotional, reckless strikes against cold, calculated counterattacks.
“N-no!”
“We have to escape!”
They weren’t stupid, even if they were cruel by nature.