Blood Tiger felt as though he was going mad.
He had already obtained extremely detailed intelligence on his opponents and made thorough preparations with his elder brother's help.
They had even taken precautions against this band of just 5,000 Mercenaries.
Yet he had never imagined these people would be so monstrous.
From the fighting just now, Blood Tiger could clearly tell that they were the elite of the elite of the elite!
The bandits under his command were simply in a different league from these people.
Even the military's finest special forces would struggle to withstand their assault.
Every single one of these terrifying people was a Gifted of at least level 30.
More importantly, they lacked the greatest weakness of any Gifted: fear of death.
Gifted possessed supernatural powers, and training them was extremely difficult.
In fact, Gifted were often not deployed on the front lines as regular soldiers at all.
They were usually employed as vital spies or assault teams for decapitation strikes.
Precisely because those supernatural powers were so hard to obtain, any normal Gifted was particularly afraid of dying.
After all, nobody wanted to wield supernatural powers only to die as pointlessly as an ordinary soldier.
With their supernatural powers, they had a whole life of pleasure ahead of them.
Money and women—as much as they wanted.
But now, Blood Tiger had completely misjudged these people's madness.
Although their combat strength was formidable, only 3,000 of them had suddenly appeared aboard the ship.
He, meanwhile, had a full 200,000 men.
Yet the fighting that followed went far beyond anything he had imagined.
These people fought with absolutely no fear of death.
They unleashed all manner of dangerous attacks and supernatural powers with reckless abandon.
Even when faced with his side's terrifying firepower, they never faltered for