It was a bald middle-aged man with a gnarly scar on the left side of his face.
Amil sensed an aura similar to his own from this man. 'A half-step Void Tempering powerhouse?'
His face turned grim the moment he sensed the man's power.
As they clashed, Amil realized that their power was almost on par. 'Dammit! I can't help the rear side!'
While they were fighting, Amil's troops were slowly being slaughtered by Fredrinn and the Mad Bear Corps.
No one could hold them back and everyone who tried had already turned into corpses.
The soldiers of the Sky Slaying Army who were known for their individual prowess were like lambs being ruthlessly hunted by a pack of wolves. Their screams echoed, chilling the hearts of their comrades.
In the midst of this slaughter, Fredrinn was leading the pack. The blade of his guandao was already drenched in the enemies' blood. His armor also had splashes of red.
