Chapter 1210: Chapter 1182: William’s Madness
Chaos, chaos everywhere.
Everyone in the entire Nether Army Base who participated in the battle was almost bloodthirsty.
They didn’t know how many people they had killed, nor when they themselves would die, but they knew clearly that as long as they were still standing, they must continue to kill.
Because even if they did nothing, they would still be killed in the end.
If not killing also leads to an inevitable death, then why not just keep going?
This was the thought in the minds of many at the time, whether it was those attacking the Nether Army Base or the Nether Army Warriors of the Palace of the Nether King and their allies.
At this point, even if someone called for a stop, it was already unstoppable.
Perhaps those on the side of the Palace of the Nether King could stop, but obviously, the martial artists brought by Yun Canglong did not have such discipline.
For such a large group of martial artists to gather was itself a feat, expecting them to operate like a disciplined army was too much to ask.
The Nether Army Warriors resisted desperately. Their advantage lay in their strong discipline, which, compared to the attacking martial artists, meant that although the Nether Army’s overall strength was weaker, their team efficiency was higher.
However, the higher team efficiency couldn’t overcome the overall strength gap, so on a large scale, the Nether Army was still at a disadvantage.
An absolute disadvantage.
A large number of Nether Army Warriors were being slaughtered relentlessly.
Although there were significant casualties among the attackers, it was far less compared to those on the side of the Nether Army.
The main reason remained a lack of top-level experts.
Zhong Tian’s always honest face had turned somewhat ferocious.
In front of him were three Earth-Level Warriors of the same rank. No matter how high his talent, how strong his combat power, at this moment it was only a matter of passive defense, with not even a shred of opportunity to resist.
And although the numbers of the Nether Army were large, most of their strong faced the siege of these Earth-Level experts.
"Damn it! Damn it!"
As a Battle General of the Nether Army, William, with red eyes, fought against a Profound Level expert. It was already remarkable for him to handle fighting one opponent, but now he faced two.
Two Profound Level experts were besieging him.
There were many Nether Army Warriors around assisting him, but their strength made their intervention very limited.
These two Profound Level experts could seriously injure several people with a casual blow, so later, William dared not let anyone else come up to intervene.
He was unwilling to let his brothers die meaninglessly, so he was the only one to endure it.
"Didn’t expect this yellow-haired ghost to be quite enduring," said the pale-faced youth in front of William with a slight smile.
Beside the youth was an elder who looked in his sixties. However, this elder also had Profound Level strength.
Though William had also stepped into Profound Level cultivation, it had not been long. Holding out under the siege of these two had already come at a great cost, which was evident from his drooping left arm.
He even had a long wound on his chest at this moment, stretching from left to right, with blood continuously seeping from it, looking incredibly terrifying.
But William kept his lips tight, and besides uttering a couple of curses, he still insisted on not letting any of his brothers come up to help.
For he knew well, in this place, apart from him, anyone else facing these two bastards would not escape death.
The other Battle Generals and peers were also facing stronger enemies, and now, here, it was up to him alone!
"Alright, stop wasting time," the elder beside the pale youth said slowly. "Although we hold the advantage now, wasting too much strength on this guy might really let those ants have their way."
"Okay!" The pale youth nodded, then turned to look at William, his eyes showing undisguised killing intent and mischief.
It was the look of a cat toying with a mouse, one ready to swallow its prey at any moment.
"The time has come, little yellow hair, it’s time to say goodbye," the pale youth waved at William.
They thought William couldn’t understand Huaxia’s language, but they didn’t know William had been in Huaxia for so long that although not fluent, basic communication was no problem.
For example...
"Go say goodbye to your mother, bastard!"
William let out a terrifying roar and rushed toward the pale youth.
Although his strength was not as good as that of the pale youth, it didn’t prevent him from making a move, even though he was now seriously injured, even though the strength in his body was nearly exhausted.
Are there any warriors of the Palace of the Nether King who are afraid of dying?
"Slash—"
A sharp blade pierced through William’s body; it was the weapon in the pale youth’s hand.
"Slash—"
Another sound of a weapon penetrating flesh followed.
Right after the pale youth, the elder also struck.
However, William seemed to feel no pain, still recklessly charging toward the pale youth.
His face was ferocious, with a maddeningly wild smile.
"Bastard, even if I die, I’m taking you with me! You know, in my lifetime, the thing I hate most is scum like you with your yin-yang antics!"
In the eyes of the pale youth, filled with terror, the originally dying William suddenly stretched out his only movable right arm, letting the blade pierce his body as he clung tightly to the pale youth.
Staring at the pale youth inches away, William’s eyes were filled with unmatched madness.
"Weren’t you laughing a moment ago? Laugh again?"
He wrapped an arm around the pale youth’s neck, ignoring his frantic struggle, and laughed wildly as he bit down hard on the pale youth’s neck.
Martial artists undergo body strengthening, a full-body enhancement where even jaw strength counts as power; William’s bite was perhaps even stronger than that of a real lion.
With one bite, he tore through the pale youth’s throat, and even chomped down to the throat bone.
"Crunch!"
With a soft crack, William bit the pale youth’s throat bone entirely.
Looking at the elder beside him, whose weapon was still stabbed into his body and whose face was full of disbelief, William turned his head a little to reveal a defiant smile.
"Old guy, you’ve waited long enough; now, let’s die together."
"Boom!!"