As long as he could avenge Kude, as long as he could kill this damned bastard, he would willingly descend into Hell with him!
But he couldn't speak—he couldn't say it out loud, because Bai Wei had his throat in his grasp.
And as long as he didn't speak up, the knights of the Tenth Squad didn't dare to rashly make a move.
Because Chamos was their superior, subordinates couldn't harm their superiors, that was the rule, and they couldn't break such a rule.
When Chamos had risked it all to come and intercept Bai Wei, he thought of countless possibilities, but never had he imagined it would come to this.
Under Bai Wei's control, he was like a marionette on strings, only able to watch as the knights of the Tenth Squad fell one by one to the edge of the Steel-cutting Sword.
Yes, he could only watch, because Bai Wei had controlled his strength so precisely that Chamos didn't even have a chance to seek his own death.
