Amid the melee, Ash saw two familiar figures:
The dark-skinned curly-haired man, transformed into the Ice Flame Corpse King, chanted a melody of death in the wind. It sounded like someone singing hymns inside a grave.
The blond Fraudster swiftly linked dozens of demigods together, turning their chaotic barrage into a layered, rhythmically unbroken legion assault! He seemed to have gotten used to the position of Commander, and the demigods were just as used to obeying his orders.
Holding their ground meant death. Escaping would only let them live a few more months before dying anyway. So, for the sake of clinging to life for a few months, was it worth dragging the entire world into hell?
Although Ash regarded Igula and Harvey as close friends, he had never placed the slightest hope in the character of those two bastards. To them, life was an all-you-can-eat buffet of shit; even without Doomsday, they would have wanted to create Doomsday just to destroy the Dining Hall that produced excrement. How could they possibly want to protect the world?
So when Ash saw this scene, he felt like an old father watching two naughty children finally turn over a new leaf, and he could not help feeling somewhat gratified... He had finally reformed these two Death Row Inmates through his own personal charm!
Yenifa said softly:
Ash waved his hand, and three swords appeared behind him.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, locked onto Ancient King Tianzhu, and a sharp Sword Intent pierced heaven and earth:
Ash whispered in his heart:
Death Frenzy patted his face in extreme displeasure.
That was what she said, but Death Frenzy stuffed the cigarette in her mouth into Ash's, then grabbed his hand and together they gripped the leftmost Artificer Bane.
Ash inhaled all the smoke into