Lin Baici turned around.
Many of the stripped corpses broke free from their chains and fell to the ground.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
The stripped corpses bent and twisted their limbs irregularly, trembling as they stood up.
Because they struggled so violently, their mouths were torn open, making them look even more terrifying and fierce.
"What do we do?"
The woman in leather pants worried.
"Kill them all!"
Lin Baici, holding a Songmu flame torch in his right hand and a bronze sword in his left, had barely finished speaking when those stripped corpses, like starved mad dogs, swarmed toward them en masse.
[The stripped corpses, bred in pens, can be turned out in as little as three years, their fate from birth to be consumed by the Pig-Headed Men!]
Everyone was a God Hunter, knowing there was no choice in times like these, and the battle began.
The Bartender and the dwarf were colleagues, got along well usually, so they naturally teamed up.
"Little Linzi!"
