Chen Lin plunged in like a tiger among sheep, killing more than a dozen men in the blink of an eye.
The others were terrified at the sight, but not one retreated. They kept charging forward, fearless of death.
"You do have some backbone."
Chen Lin's opinion of them rose a little, but he could not maintain his spirit infusion state for long, and his stamina was limited. He could not keep trading blows with these death warriors indefinitely.
After cutting down another man.
He swept his gaze around, pinpointed the commander, and immediately lunged toward him.
To catch the bandits, first catch their king.
Once he killed this commander, the encirclement would naturally collapse.
Commander Jin was already struggling over on the other side. If he failed to hold the line, Chen Lin could not be in two places at once and would find it difficult to keep Tutu safe. Besides, he could not withstand two hundred death warriors throwing their lives at him.
"Form ranks!"
The Black Eagle Guard commander saw what Chen Lin intended and gave a low command.
Immediately.
Nearly a hundred Black Eagle Guards moved into a formation so tight that not even the wind could penetrate it, blocking Chen Lin's lunge.
"Hmph!"
Chen Lin snorted coldly.
He circulated all seven types of inner energy and charged straight through, heedless of the strain on his body.
He still killed one man with every stroke.
But there were too many attackers. Without supernatural power protecting his body, he still took a blade wound.
"Die!"
Ignoring his injury, Chen Lin broke through the line like a fierce beast unleashed from its cage. He activated the Open Heavens Secret Art, combining seven slashes into one. His short saber gave a piercing howl as he brought it down on