The blade demon, with its head taken away, gradually lost consciousness in its eyes, and finally died at the hands of Bode.
Bode's hands, stained with sticky blood, looked up at the battlefield below, his heart bleeding.
Those fighting with their lives below are his brothers, those life-and-death brothers, now regarding each other as the deepest enemies.
Turned into living corpses by the damned Apocalypse Society.
Bode let out an angry shout, rushing into the crowd, his iron fists turning into lethal weapons.
He smashed the skulls of his subordinates one punch after another, breaking their bodies to pieces.
Scarlet flesh covered the land, and the sticky blood in the air formed a scarlet aura.
If the blood were to evaporate at this moment, would it rain blood on this land?
With every punch Bode threw, his heart ached, smashing those loyal to him, his life-and-death brothers.
