"What!"
Milien's performance astounded the watching Yi Lin. Although the strength of the beast tide was unknown, Milien's sword, whether in terms of speed or range of attack, far exceeded Yi Lin's imagination.
In just a few breaths, Milien had already killed back and forth amongst the beast tide several times, splattering the ground with their foul-smelling blood. The soldiers following closely stepped on the sticky blood while singing loud and uplifting war songs, entangled in deadly combat with the beast tide.
"Something's not right."
Yi Lin's gaze shifted away from Milien to observe another location.
East.
Ginger resolved to face death and, with no other choice, charged into the beast tide. But in his rush, he failed to control his strength, and with every step he took, a deep pit was formed, fighting fiercely amongst the beasts, leaving a trail of holes.
Wherever his fists went, monsters were smashed into mincemeat, extremely violent in action.
