"Heize, you are strong—stronger than any ordinary man!
You can kill a hundred Wolf Guards, but can you kill five hundred? Can you kill a thousand? Or even tens of thousands?"
The Grand Commander remained full of confidence.
Heize was no ordinary man—so what?
Behind him stood tens of thousands of elite Wolf Guards.
Even Dafeng's army of several hundred thousand would scatter at the charge of ten thousand Wolf Guards.
Surrounding and killing one man would be easier still.
A cold smile appeared on Heize's face. "The moment I came here, I had no way out left.
And accordingly, you will all die as well!"
Slaughter Mastery—slaying others, slaying oneself.
Having used this talent, Heize had become a killing machine and no longer had much life left.
Killing intent surfaced on the Grand Commander's face. "Kill!"
At his command, several hundred more Wolf Guards joined the battle.
With several hundred Wolf Guards attacking in concert with the Giant Wolves, they could abruptly smash through a military formation of even ten thousand men.
Heize stood there like the hardest wall, blocking everyone's path.
The ground was littered everywhere with Wolf Guard corpses.
The Giant Wolves trembled as they looked at Heize.
Shock appeared on the Grand Commander's face. "Advance! First Knight Regiment, advance!"
In that brief span of time, around seven hundred Wolf Guards had already been killed or wounded.
How could this not shock him?
The First Knight Regiment was the elite among the Wolf Guards.
The battle continued, and Heize was like a god of slaughter.
Untiring, wounded yet unfallen.
While Slaughter Mastery killed, it also drew energy from opponents to strengthen its user.
Facing the fiercely advancing First Knight Regiment, Heize laughed loudly.
"Today, I'll kill to my heart's content!"
At this moment, his heart had been