The Death Mercenary Group's camp was still embroiled in chaos.
A black-clad young girl, radiating an ice-cold intent to kill, was wielding the Red Demon Blade against hundreds of mercenaries. Yet, she stood fearless, cutting a bloody swath through her enemies.
She was like a demoness from hell, with every slash of her blade guaranteed to draw blood and reap lives.
After several clashes, the Death Mercenary Group had suffered countless casualties. The ground was littered with severed limbs and the gradually cooling bodies, the blood pooling into a small river—a brutally horrific scene.
"Vice-captain, we can't hold them... We've suffered too many casualties!" a mercenary, who had lost an arm, cried out in terror to the vice-captain.
"Retreat, retreat! Everybody fall back!" the vice-captain yelled frantically, seemingly succumbing to the pressure and starting to collapse.
In a moment, the remaining few hundred members of the Death Mercenary Group all retreated.
