"Kill all those despicable An Sus!"
The smile on An Su's lips grew even more radiant and splendid.
Originally, Fierce Hell Avenue had been ablaze with battle—orc vampires against death worms, dark elves against stitched faces, Imperial vampires against death herald crows, and various kinds of magic being wildly unleashed. The battle had been fiercely contested and evenly matched, but when the Chaos Legislation Group entered the scene, the situation changed dramatically.
Whether it was the death worms or the stitched faces, even the Death Herald Crows, covered in fur, swept past by the Chaos Legislation Group, not one male among them, broke into a cold sweat, their faces turning ashen as they collectively stepped back several paces, their bodies slightly convulsing, even the death blotches on their bodies intensified.
The intelligence of these stitched lives was not high; they were simply instinctively feeling profound fear from the depths of their souls.
