His movements were swift and ruthless, targeting the weaknesses of the knights' guards, slashing throats, stabbing hearts, and slicing necks, each strike completed amidst a flash of blood.
Just as he was about to approach a knight from behind once more, he suddenly looked up.
In that moment, he saw the destructive firelight, five entire extraordinary warriors swallowed in an instant.
Wulu froze, his mind blank.
'That is... Carl... they were all our strongest... how could one person wipe them all out?!'
Wulu's heart almost fell into the abyss, his hand gripping the dagger trembling.
At that moment, he finally understood that their so-called perfect assault was nothing but a joke.
The reason the Barbarian Race dared to gamble their last breath was because they thought Frost Dragon Territory lacked high-end combat strength.
Their advantage lay in the number of strong warriors.
But Louis, single-handedly broke all these premises.
