In the vast expanse of wilderness and forest.
As the branches were pushed aside, cracking sounds echoed, and several tall figures emerged from within the forest.
One of the figures waved a hand, directly snapping the obstructing tree in half.
"Keep quiet, you damned fool." One of the figures, seeing such a big commotion beside him, immediately turned his head and shouted angrily in a low voice.
"Watch your tone, I'm not your subordinate. If not for the general's orders, I'd have chopped your head off and hung it at my waist right now." The person who had just broken the tree said bluntly.
A weapon was already held in their hands amidst their argument.
One wielded a giant pitch-black machete, resembling dried lava.
The other had a massive axe that needed both hands to hold, with many dried bloodstains and skulls hanging on it.
Their quarrel emitted a slight sulfurous smell in the air.
