CHAPTER 564
The Aberrants—a race of unknown creatures that loved battle and bloodshed more than anything else.
They were always searching for stronger opponents, driven in part by their passive trait: the more injuries they sustained, the stronger they became.
Weak opponents meant nothing to them.
They were nothing more than trash and cannon fodder, insignificant creatures that could barely push them to their limits, let alone provide the kind of battle they craved.
And now, more than fifty of these monsters on the battlefield had paused whatever attacks they were carrying out to turn their attention towards the two strongest individuals on the Wall at that moment.
They had already had their fun with the kids, and the youngsters weren't giving them much of a challenge anymore.
So, the moment Layla's attack drew their attention, they abandoned their previous targets and dashed towards her like a horde of mindless zombies.
