Soon, they were thrown unwillingly into a gigantic pit.
Everyone was on edge. "I want to file a complaint! We came here to fight in the war, to earn merit, not to be abused!"
"What you're doing is against the rules!"
Kevin looked at the defiant crowd. "Remember this: now that you're here, my rules are the rules. If I order you to die, you must die. Those are the rules on the battlefield."
"Here's some good news for you. I have considerable authority on this battlefield. The Training Camp has an allowance for deaths among you. As long as the number stays below a certain limit, I won't be punished."
"Of course, even if it exceeds that limit, I'll get a scolding at most. You, however, will actually be dead."
A chill ran through Demon Emperor Daochen and the others. This fellow was definitely a ruthless bastard.
The moment he finished speaking, countless terrifying Ghouls burrowed up from beneath the enormous pit.
These Ghouls emerged from the Ghoul Nest, and every one of them had the strength of a Super Overlord.
Most possessed combat instincts but no intelligence. The defining trait of these monsters was that they feared neither death nor pain.
A living creature was at its most terrifying when it no longer feared death.
The Demon Emperor patted the nervous Fire Barbarian King beside him. "Don't worry. The Ghoul Clan has a fatal weakness: the back of their necks. There's a nerve there connected to the brain's central control system. Destroy that nerve, and their lower bodies will be paralyzed. Ghouls in that state are very easy to clean up."
The Demon Emperor reached straight toward a charging Ghoul. With a Phantom Step, he slipped effortlessly behind the Ghoul, then gave a gentle pinch, leaving the Ghoul