"Kill!"
The forty-nine members of the Bloodthirsty Mercenary Troop charged forward, their attitude that of adults about to discipline children. After all, they had the numbers, and they were strong.
However, the moment the clash began, they were utterly dumbfounded. Stunned.
The twenty-nine intelligence agents weren't just fighting; they were throwing their lives away. They mounted no defense and blocked no attacks. They were trading life for life.
If you slash me, fine. I won't dodge or parry. But as your blade hits me, mine will hit you. The difference is, when I'm wounded, my Life Totem heals me automatically. When you're wounded, you stay wounded.
The twenty-nine intelligence agents fought with no desire to live. They knew perfectly well that Shang Tianfeng and the Bloodthirsty Mercenary Troop were here to take their heads. Even with a Life Totem, if your head is severed, you die. Since death was inevitable either way, why not fight to the bitter end?
