The movements of his hands grew faster and faster, the blade of the longsword carving afterimages through the air, and his speed at killing Ghouls kept increasing.
But it still couldn't make up for the sheer number of these Ghouls; more than a dozen had already clustered around him, launching relentless attacks.
These Ghouls weren't stupid either. They knew this human was the strongest presence here, so their main goal was to pin him down, planning to kill everyone else first and then come back to deal with him.
By this point, there was no room left to run; one thing was certain—everyone in the squad was going to die here today, torn apart by these starving Ghouls.
Someone in the team already showed a panicked expression and turned to run, only to fall right into the Ghouls' encirclement and be pounced on and dismembered.
And after these Ghouls devoured these humans, there was a very high chance an even more powerful existence would be born—a Tomb Evil Ghost.
