"That guy! It's him! The Lord of the Red Tide!" Carl's roar was exceptionally piercing amidst the chaos.
He swung his war axe fiercely, and blue fighting energy exploded from him like a wave of flames, "Kill him with me!"
As soon as the words were spoken, five shadows imbued with deep blue fighting energy simultaneously leapt up like five hungry wolves pouncing on their target.
Charging with Carl was the core force of Wulu's subordinates, the strongest warriors of the Barbarian Race.
In their clan, they were all boiling-blood powerhouses capable of tearing apart battle arrays singlehandedly, and among Barbarians, their names represented the glory of countless victories.
The air was shaken to a low hum, the floor tiles cracked inch by inch, and flames interwove with blood light.
But Louis stood still, his gaze calm like a mirror.
Seeing this, Carl felt a surge of joy, thinking the young Count had been scared silly.
