Looking at the mirror-like smooth surface of the flesh and bone, a translucent blood-red sword appeared in the bald man's mind.
He had been greedy and wanted to snatch the boy's sealed artifact, but now it seemed ...
The bald man shivered three times, and the fear in his heart slightly dissipated.
'Damn it, luckily I ran fast, luckily I followed the spiritual guidance, luckily I followed the will of my heart!'
Otherwise, he would have had a share in this pile of bloody body fragments ...
The bald man carefully cleaned the battlefield to see if there were any good things left behind for him to pick up.
He was like a Vulture surveying the battlefield, but the more he looked, the stranger he felt.
Other than a few people who were killed by other weapons, more than 90% of the besiegers died in the same way!
It couldn't be that the boy had wiped out several forces by himself, right?
Hehe, how could that be possible!
