Bloody Hand Karn charged forward wildly, chopping and tearing down more than a dozen monster knights along his path.
Then, he gained nothing.
This terrifying monster suddenly fell into utter madness, attracted by the flesh and blood, turned his head around, and prepared to charge at the camp.
Every monster in his way was swept aside by his ax, cleaved brutally in two.
In the short distance of a few dozen meters, Bloody Hand Karn had slaughtered nearly a hundred monsters.
His unbridled roar and bellow turned him into a true monster as he killed his way to the wall once again.
It was witnessing this rampant scene that the soldiers defending the wall felt a heartfelt despair and fear.
The Arcane Master sacrificed himself!
The wall had also been breached!
Who would come to save them now?
This time, standing in his way was Beelzebub!
Clang!
When the two great axes collided, Beelzebub felt a sharp pain in the tiger's mouth, and his chest surged with blood and air.
