The battlefield was a gory scene, littered with severed limbs. Members of the Noble Alliance Army and the Polante Thief Gang lay dead and wounded, their bodies strewn across the ground as blood flowed like a river.
Ronin gasped for breath.
He might have killed ten enemies today, maybe twenty, or even more.
Since arriving in this world, this was the most he had ever slain.
He had killed so many that by the end, he was simply exhausted.
It was a mental exhaustion.
He looked into the distance. The destructive force of the clash between Golden Knights had leveled all the surrounding buildings, and the fight between Toru and Amicus had moved further away.
But now, it wasn't just Toru, Tarren, Marvin, and Ridder besieging Amicus; the two Vice Leaders who had finished off Kilbat and Lanivisa had also joined the battle.
A six-on-one fight, and Amicus was still holding them all off!
