章 917: Until Our Last Breath!

The three Tarriors had their bodies cut in half by Bolios. The armor did not matter as the sword sliced the armor through and killed three Tarriors in one strike. Even after, the Tarriors around the giant zombie did not retreat. Seven Tarriors thrust their spears toward the giant zombie, but Bolios spun with his six hands spread out, parrying all the spears.

Bolios was still holding the greatsword, and it sliced the seven Tarriors as it spun around, "No! Retreat! Get back into formation!" Gan Shuo yelled loudly, telling the Tarrior to get back. He did not know if he had to be proud or baffled as his subordinates faced the giant zombie fearlessly. In a different scenario where they had a small chance to win, he would be proud of them, but not this time. It was more like a suicide to him.