Many soldiers clenched their weapons so tightly that their nails dug deep into their palms, blood dripping through their fingers without them even noticing!
Their eyes were bloodshot from extreme fury and helplessness.
If looks could kill,
then that demon god-like figure would have been sliced into pieces billions of times already!
But they could not act!
Because that demon had their king beneath his foot! His Majesty King Piel was still under his control!
The frustration and despair of knowing their enemy stood right before them, yet being unable to attack with everything they had in order to protect the person most important to them, nearly drove them mad.
"General!"
A captain of the Imperial Guards standing at the front looked at Lufa. Tears filled his fierce eyes as a choked sob escaped from deep in his throat.
"You bastard! If you've got the guts, come at us!"
Another soldier finally could not hold back his furious roar. Raising his Pulse Gun, he was about to charge forward regardless of the consequences!
"Stop! Are you trying to get the King killed?!"
The adjutant beside him grabbed him tightly, his voice hoarse with pain.
An incredibly stifling yet tragic atmosphere hung over the entire imperial guard formation.
They were not afraid of death!
If not for King Piel's safety, they would have bitten this demon with their teeth, rammed him with their heads, even detonated the energy within their bodies just to tear a piece of flesh from him. They would never let him have it easy!
Countless bloodshot eyes stared fixedly at Lufa, the bone-deep hatred in their gazes nearly solidifying into something tangible!
Yet faced with the sky-piercing killing intent and grief-stricken resolve gathered by countless elite soldiers below, Lufa merely lowered his eyelids slightly, his scarlet gaze