Trump Card

Bringing a corpse home? Could that even count as going home?

Perhaps it could. For those who died on the battlefield and their families, this was already the greatest comfort.

But Lu PingAn—

"I refuse. Walk back yourself."

With a light pat, Deferred Payment restored the warrior, who had barely half a life left, to life.

Having entered the heart of the battlefield, Lu PingAn took the lead and charged deep into the enemy formation without hesitation.

When he used the Dance Shoes together with his professional abilities for a straight-line dash, few could stop him. Besides, those capable of stopping him no longer had the will to fight to the death.

The rout was spreading. Once defeat was apparent, few still wished to fight to the bitter end.

Lu PingAn's "delaying tactics" had completely shattered the Aus people's morale. They had enough time and channels to learn everything happening now, and then lose the courage to keep fighting for victory.

Even so, Lu PingAn was still charging too quickly. He had already reached the center of the enemy camp and was directly facing the combined blockade of the security force's elites.

He could see several High-Level Professionals with the naked eye.

It seemed he was being a little too hasty.

It was not simply because he had suicidal tendencies or was too eager to hunt. Rather, the cards in his hand were not suited for slowly playing around in the rear.

"About time."

The Courtyard opened, and a massive beast pack poured out. This time, however, they were not ordinary Wolf Beasts.

Large wolves and small wolves alike had bloodshot eyes. At the sight of any Aus person—anyone without black hair—they would madly bite and tear, fighting with utter disregard for their own lives.

A Bone Spike was usually