The commander's hat on his head was crooked, hanging slantwise behind his messy, dust-laden hair. His clothes were a mix of gray and black, and some of the defensive magic artifacts in his hands were shattered, with cracks spreading across them.
A wound hammered into his forehead bled profusely.
Utterly miserable.
Torres managed to survive because he was afraid of dying and carried several automatically triggered protective magic artifacts on him.
And surrounding him, there was a group of experienced elite soldiers for protection.
The high-tier bronze elite soldiers, upon the first moment of the attack, channeled their fighting qi, shielding him within it.
It was precisely because of this that Torres narrowly escaped with his life in the final rounds of focused attacks.
However, those elite soldiers were not as lucky.
