When twelve Martial Saints attack together, the carnage is absolutely insane. In just a few dozen breaths, over a thousand Strongarm Bull Devils fall at their hands.
"They're coming again! Run!"
"Oh no, the human assassins are back! Run for your lives!"
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Collapse came even faster than expected.
Nearly ten thousand Strongarm Bull Devils who survived last night's massacre were already scared out of their wits by the Assassin Camp's Martial Saints.
Now that the assassins are back, the fear planted in their hearts last night is spreading like wildfire.
Terror drained away their courage. The only thing on their minds was escape—the farther, the better.
Out of just over forty thousand troops, ten thousand were already shouting and running for their lives.
The remaining thirty thousand Strongarm Bull Devils caught the panic too—so they ran as well.
Watching their own troops scatter in all directions, the two ten-thousand-man commanders looked as if they'd swallowed flies. Regret gnawed at them—they wished they'd never taken in those broken remnants.
Too bad there's no medicine for regret in this world.
Facing Strongarm Bull Devils who'd lost all courage and will to fight, the twelve Martial Saints had zero intention of holding back—instead, they killed even harder.
Humans and Devils are mortal enemies—it's kill or be killed. Mercy has never been part of the equation.
Lance Xuanyuan happened to arrive near the camp just in time to witness the Strongarm Bull Devils' total collapse. Bull-headed soldiers were fleeing everywhere.
Seeing this, he couldn't help but rejoice—his chance had come!
He quickly regrouped with the rest of Special Patrol Team Two, then took up a position, waiting for the panicked Strongarm Bull Devils to come running straight to them.
Soon enough, dozens of Strongarm Bull Devils came charging in their direction.
"Kill them! Take them down!"
Lance Xuanyuan shouted.
Immediately, the members of Special Patrol Team Two pounced like tigers let out of their cage.
"It's an ambush! Split up and run!"
Seeing Special Patrol Team Two charging at them, the fleeing Strongarm Bull Devils screamed and tried to change direction, but were quickly caught and killed by the patrol fighters.
The fight started fast and ended even faster. In less than ten breaths, all these demoralized Strongarm Bull Devils were wiped out.
There were even two ten-man captains among them.
Just like that, Lance Xuanyuan gained over sixty points.
"Haha, this is great!"
He couldn't help but laugh out loud, secretly feeling lucky he hadn't listened to Leon Huang and left.
Another group of Strongarm Bull Devils came fleeing their way—this time there were even more, at least eighty.
"Keep killing them!"
Lance Xuanyuan drew his sword and pointed toward the panicked Devils. In his eyes, these fleeing Strongarm Bull Devils were just free merit points.
At first, these Devils were terrified when they made contact.
But soon they realized the humans lying in ambush weren't all that strong, so they started to fight back.
Still, Special Patrol Team Two had ten Grandmasters among them.
So even though seventy or eighty Devils fought desperately, they were all killed within a few dozen breaths.
"Awesome!"
Lance Xuanyuan happily stowed away the corpses of the Strongarm Bull Devils.
Just then, a shadow flickered—Ian Song suddenly appeared!
"Senior, get your people out of here right now. This is not a place you can afford to stay!"
"Hmph!"
Hearing Ian Song's warning, Lance Xuanyuan just sneered, "Leon Huang, save your little tricks. Get out of my way and let me earn my points!"
Ian Song shook his head and vanished again.
He'd already warned Lance Xuanyuan twice, but the guy just refused to leave. Ian couldn't do anything about it.
The third wave of fleeing Strongarm Bull Devils arrived—this time, there were over two hundred.
Lance Xuanyuan wasn't worried at all. In fact, his eyes lit up.
Not far away, Ian Song saw this and shook his head to himself. Some people just don't know what 'death' means.
With ten Grandmasters leading the way, the patrol fighters fought fiercely. In no time, over a hundred Strongarm Bull Devils were killed—but then, another group showed up.
This time there were more—over five hundred.
This group was led by a thousand-man commander. He was scared out of his wits, but not stupid. After a quick look, he realized the human fighters weren't all that strong.
"Kill them all!"
At the command, over five hundred Strongarm Bull Devils charged in, weapons swinging.
Seeing this, Lance Xuanyuan snorted and rushed at the thousand-man commander, sword flashing.
Half a quarter of an hour later.
The fight was over. The thousand-man commander and more than six hundred Strongarm Bull Devils were all dead.
But Patrol Team Two had casualties too: sixteen dead, twenty seriously wounded. Aside from Lance Xuanyuan and his four trusted confidants, everyone else was at least lightly injured.
They barely had time to catch their breath before another wave of Strongarm Bull Devils arrived.
This time, there were over a thousand.
And so, both sides plunged into another chaotic melee.
Meanwhile, the nearby Devils who'd been fleeing noticed the fighting and started converging on the spot.
The battle soon turned into a deadlock.
More and more patrol fighters were getting killed.
As for Lance Xuanyuan, he was tangled up with five thousand-man commanders and couldn't spare a thought for his own men.
"Kill these humans!"
Seeing more and more human fighters fall, the terrified Strongarm Bull Devil soldiers regained their courage.
Ian Song, watching from the shadows, shook his head again. More trouble than he's worth!
At that moment, he didn't regard Lance Xuanyuan as a threat at all.
Young and powerful, but no brains—Lance Xuanyuan wasn't fit to be his opponent.
With a silent glance, Ian dropped into the battlefield inside the camp.
Twelve Martial Saints advanced under his command, leaving piles of Devil corpses in their wake. The air was thick with the smell of blood.
The results were impressive: so far, the twelve Martial Saints had killed at least twenty thousand Strongarm Bull Devils.
Of the remaining twenty thousand Devils, seven or eight thousand had already escaped the camp. The rest tried desperately to flee, but the twelve Martial Saints blocked every exit, leaving them no chance.
A quarter of an hour later.
The Strongarm Bull Devils inside the camp were wiped out completely.
In a flash, the twelve Martial Saints landed beside Ian Song.
"Huh? Why's there still fighting over there?"
Suddenly, Jason Song pointed to the distance.
"Just some arrogant fool," Ian Song said coolly.
"Let him fend for himself, then!" Jason Song replied.
At that moment, Lance Xuanyuan was kicking himself. All his fighters were dead except for his four trusted confidants, and now he and the four were surrounded by over four thousand Strongarm Bull Devils, with no chance to escape.
"Quick, kill those five humans!"
One of the thousand-man commanders urged them on.
The attacking Strongarm Bull Devils fought even more fiercely, throwing their lives away.
"Pfft!"
Blood sprayed—one of the trusted confidants had his left arm chopped off.
"Damn it!"
Seeing this, Lance Xuanyuan flew into a rage. His sword blazed, forcing dozens of Devils back, then he flashed over to his confidant and sliced the centurion who'd attacked him clean in half.
Not far away, Ian Song sighed and said to the twelve Martial Saints beside him, "Stop watching—kill these Strongarm Bull Devils and save those five!"