The new human warriors split into two rows, each wielding their corpse-chopping swords and slashing towards Hatred, creating afterimages as their attacks hindered Hatred's movements.
Ah!
The new human warrior he had been holding was suddenly thrown up into the air, letting out a wail before crashing to the ground. Standing up, he couldn't help but sigh deeply in his heart.
He was still alive, having just had a brush with death itself.
Without delay, he got up to join his comrades in battle. Out of the ten formidable new human warriors, one had fallen, leaving nine. Those alive were aware that the more of them who perished, the higher the chances of their mission failing. And once it failed, their lives wouldn't last much longer.
Therefore, each person was extremely cautious, assisting each other. They tried to prevent themselves from falling into Hatred's clutches, and at the same time, they aimed to keep it from capturing any one of them.
