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CHAPTER 162
Three hours later, the fierce battle had begun to show signs of who was goin to be the winner.
Although with Vidor's might and strength he killed so many Slyerians, almost equal king the number of men fighting but his men left were really growing weak and tired.
Slash!
He threw his head backward, his long hair flying with it, as a splatter of blood fell on his cheek.
"Hmm." A long deep breath and he glared at the next prey in sight. "Don't run, I would make it quick and less painful."
A light chuckle escaped his lips as his gaze caught someone far off. "Tsk, count this your lucky day. I do not want to bother with shrimps when the big fish is just in front of me."
