Countless Corpse Transformers and Nagash Followers, like sharks drawn to the scent of blood, swarmed in from all directions.
A Nagash Follower at the head of the charge brandished a rusty cleaver caked in filth and swung it viciously at Mike.
"Get away!"
Mike roared. Without dodging or evading, he swung the Chainsaw Sword in his hand upward in a ferocious arc.
WHIRRR—!
Accompanied by a teeth-grinding screech, the follower and his weapon were instantly split in two! Green, foul-smelling blood and viscera splattered everywhere.
Mike charged forward relentlessly, using the purest form of violence to brutally tear open a path through the enemy horde.
And Qin Feng, like his most precise shadow, handled every threat that came from the flanks.
A Corpse Transformer leaped out from behind some rubble, attempting to ambush Mike from the rear.
