Actually, he wasn't thinking about defense. As long as he pushed these guys out, the cabin would no longer be a dead end. Although it was unclear if they could outrun the demons, it was better than being eaten like canned food right here.
"What reliable or unreliable! What's going on!"
Blue Jade screamed, picked up a chair, and smashed it fiercely against the claws that were scratching Bola. The chair shattered instantly. She lifted the broken chair leg and stabbed it hard into an exposed arm, causing blood to gush forth, washing over Blue Jade from head to toe.
Now she felt as if she were in a dreadful slaughterhouse; either she slaughtered these demons, or they slaughtered her. Another thing was, one of the butchers had already gone mad.
Bola appeared crazy to Blue Jade, and using the term "crazy" wasn't quite accurate. He was like someone with severe morning temper, awakened from a sweet dream, and immediately plunged into a frenzy of combat.
