This bloody and brutal scene was shocking to the soul!
The general was blown to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood. His whole body was cold with fear, as if he were prey caught by a venomous snake, frozen in place, unable to move. The sense of mortal danger choked him, leaving him incredulous!
This! How is this possible?!
His elite troops, all fighters above the Sixth Rank, had never lost a battle, yet now they were obliterated in an instant by the silver-haired man in front of them!
The general himself was a powerful Ninth Rank Beastman, considered a top existence in this world, unmatched by anyone except the Commander!
Yet his prideful strength seemed like child's play before this silver-haired man, an invincible force he could never hope to defeat in his lifetime!
An overwhelming fear swept over him, causing his legs to tremble uncontrollably. Dismissing all else, he scrambled up from the ground, discarding weapons and armor, and turned to flee.
