"Who did you chop?"
As soon as Yi Lin met up with Oda Mai, he couldn't help but ask.
Oda Mai silently flicked the blood off her sword.
She turned her head and pointed.
Hiss—
Yi Lin followed the direction Oda Mai was pointing, and immediately sucked in a mouthful of dust.
All he saw was a dense crowd of heads rushing over like a surging tide from the direction of the academic building.
Each student, dressed in their vibrant school attire, now wore a look of crazed desire on their face as they charged over, kicking up a cloud of dust behind them as if they were a thousand-strong cavalry headed right for Yi Lin and Oda Mai.
"Damn it!"
Seeing this sight, Yi Lin's scalp tingled. Even if the students transformed by the demons had weak combat abilities, once they assembled in numbers, they could not be resisted by the strength of a single person.
At least... not by them, not now.
This was not a battle on a field of war.
