Nakajima Tomoya and Kishibe Yoshikatsu stared at Fang Cheng in terror.
The phantom image of a Buddha towering over him like a giant cast the two men in a dreadful shadow.
Behind him, the Bishamonten vehicles exploding one after another beneath the night sky served as a backdrop to his overwhelming power.
Farther away, SOT's armored vehicles and artillery had already been destroyed by endless swarms of Blood Eagles, and countless soldiers were fleeing in disarray.
"Chief, get out of here!"
Kishibe Yoshikatsu shoved Nakajima Tomoya behind him and spread his arms to block Fang Cheng's path.
Though terror had left his hands and feet trembling, he couldn't retreat—not even if it meant death. He owed his chief for raising and promoting him.
His courage in facing death was admirable, but Nakajima Tomoya, shoved by his subordinate, had weak legs and toppled over. With a smack, his head struck a raised stone, and blood began to flow.
"Chief?!"
Kishibe Yoshikatsu turned and saw what had happened. He rushed over, grabbed Nakajima Tomoya by the collar, and shook him frantically. "Chief, are you all right?"
"Stop shaking me..."
"Chief!"
"Stop shaking me..."
"Chief, don't die!"
Nakajima Tomoya felt as if his brains were about to slosh out. He pressed a hand against Kishibe Yoshikatsu's chest and shoved him away. "I said stop shaking me, you idiot!"
"Are you two planning to make me laugh to death and then run away?"
The corner of Fang Cheng's mouth twitched. After all that effort, his opponents were this pathetic?
He felt like these two clowns had dragged down his whole image and prestige.
Nakajima Tomoya and Kishibe Yoshikatsu shuddered. Only then did they realize this was a matter of life and death.
Kishibe Yoshikatsu hurriedly scrambled to his feet and spread his arms in