By now, it was impossible to tell whether the blood belonged to Wyper or his enemies.
Like an Asura risen from hell, Wyper unleashed a merciless slaughter.
The moment the two sides clashed, he charged straight into the enemy ranks.
He made no attempt to dodge as blades and bullets tore through his body.
By then, Wyper was a fearless killing machine.
In the blink of an eye, he had wiped out every soldier around him.
More soldiers closed in and engaged him again.
The outcome was no different.
"What's wrong with this guy?" a soldier of the Pudora Kingdom cried in terror.
"Why does it seem like nothing can kill him?"
"And why is he getting stronger the longer he fights?"
"What kind of monster is he?"
The soldiers had seen Wyper take hit after hit.
Countless cuts from swords and knives, bullet wounds that passed straight through him.
Those wounds would have killed an ordinary person a hundred times over.
Yet Wyper was still standing, and his wounds kept closing.
His monstrous resilience chilled the soldiers of the Pudora Kingdom to the bone.
They had no idea how to deal with him.
"The rumors were true. The Chris Pirates are full of monsters!"
"It really is true!"
"This monster's too vicious. We're no match for him!"
A squad leader frowned. "Keep wearing him down!"
"I refuse to believe he's immortal!"
The soldiers of the Pudora Kingdom threw themselves at Wyper in wave after wave.
They inflicted fresh wounds on his body.
As he killed them, Wyper said flatly, "The recovery's a little slow."
Surrounded by soldiers of the Pudora Kingdom, Wyper showed no sign of panic.
If anything, he seemed not to care that more and more of them were gathering around him.
His gaze kept drifting back