CHAPTER 974
— Aaaaaah!
A body was seen flying backward, hurtling through the air with violent force.
Thalos stared at the falling form with a callous look, his expression unreadable and cold.
Without so much as flinching or allowing himself to be derailed from his path, he continued dragging his massive greatsword through the dirt.
His steady march toward Devan and the vice leaders remained unbroken.
Swooosh—!
A rush of air erupted from his right.
Lifting his hand in front of his face with casual ease, he deflected a sword strike to the side.
Before he could pommel the attacker into the earth, more soldiers lunged at him from the shadows of the fray.
More than two hundred men were beginning to close in on his position, forming a suffocating ring of steel.
He took a single step backward from the man who had just attacked him.
With a sharp, focused exhale, he stabbed his greatsword deep into the ground.
