Over a dozen Transcendents were being slaughtered one-sidedly. Wild sand howled as blood and limbs flew through the air. One moment, the Wild Boar Mercenary Corps seemed invincible; the next, not a single member was left in one piece.
Witnessing a battle of that caliber, the Soldiers and Mercenaries who had followed along didn't even dare to resist, dropping their weapons in unison.
The wind from a single punch could send dozens of men flying. When faced with such god-like opponents, a willing surrender was a far better option. Why seek death?
The war was over before it had even begun.
Baron Jin Fu's ears were ringing and his vision swam. He didn't know how he had ended up in front of Leech. By the time he came to his senses, the group of Transcendents who had slaughtered the Wild Boar Mercenary Corps had returned, every one of them reeking of the pungent stench of blood.
