Ibro looked at that big army of cultivators moving closer to him. He didn't feel panic, on the contrary, he felt excited. His death knight would have a nice feast today.
That death knight had absorbed a lot of death energy already and he needed to kill to gain more boost to it.
"Move my death knight and kill them all."
"Your wishes are my orders."
At once that knight stopped playing around as he moved towards the incoming enemies. Although their numbers were big, they weren't as intimidating as the death knight.
Once both sides got near to each other, that death knight suddenly got a huge dark shield with green tattoos in his other hand. All the incoming techniques were all defended by this shield.
Once he reached their frontlines, he didn't hesitate to put his sword to work. Each strike had caused a single foe to lose his life.
