Chapitre 1067: Our Fight Will Be Fair

For the next twenty seconds, the air was filled only with the sharp whistling of blades cutting through flesh, followed by the guttural gurgles of their dying enemies. About fifty Light Warriors were laid low in that brief timespan.

The Pulsars seemed to have learned their lesson—none tried to ambush the duo again. It was mildly unsettling, but they found themselves quietly pleased by it.

By contrast, Sank-Uk and the few soldiers behind him were having a hell of a time.

Just as the former commander had successfully beheaded a towering Pulsar that had targeted his recruit squad, the situation went from zero to shitshow when the enemy regiment's big boss appeared in a blur, halting his berserker charge.

The moment Sank-Uk looked up and recognized not just the man but his overwhelming lifeforce, his arrogance drained from his eyes, replaced by grim solemnity. In a split second, he knew that the guy facing him was going to be one hell of a tough cookie.