"Pfft-"
Crimson blood spilled from Rosen's mouth. His body went rigid as he felt a chill in his chest.
He lowered his eyes and saw five long, slender blades protruding from his chest, having pierced clean through him.
Blood streamed down.
"Crack!"
Little Eight clenched her clawed blades and yanked them back, ripping a bloody heart straight out of his chest.
Rosen's life ebbed away. His face turned deathly pale, and he toppled to the ground.
Another powerful human's life came to an end...
Blood Fiend narrowed his eyes at the sight, unable to suppress his frustration. Little Eight had stolen another kill. He had taken plenty of beatings in this battle, yet had not scored a single kill.
What a damned loss...
Hao Yun was now the only powerful human left on the battlefield. Watching Rosen fall, he felt as though a huge hand had seized his heart and squeezed.
Dead...
They were all dead...
The scorching flames around him went out, and with them, the last hope in Hao Yun's heart.
His face was ashen and desolate, as though his soul had left him.
Not far away, Lin Dong walked toward him, one step at a time.
With Blood Fiend, the Two-Headed Zombie King, and Little Eight joining him, four mighty members of the Undead Race now surrounded Hao Yun.
Hao Yun swept his gaze around. Even wings could not have saved him now. Death was certain.
The last of his will to fight crumbled completely.
"Thud!"
His legs gave way, and he slumped to the ground, his heart flooded with endless regret.
I lost...
Standing before him, Lin Dong took out a brand-new shirt, put it on, and fastened the buttons one by one.
His gaze was indifferent, his face handsome, his white shirt as spotless as