With Chen Pingchuan's entry, the battlefield tipped into a one-sided slaughter.
On the front lines of the attacking Black Skull Legion, one of their warriors watched his comrades fall one by one. The pressure became unbearable, and on the verge of a mental breakdown, he shrieked with a sob, "They're dead! They're all dead!"
His voice was sharp and trembling, his despair palpable.
"Yeah, man, this kid who popped out of nowhere is too damn strange," another Black Skull Soldier chimed in from nearby. "We can't hit him, but he's picking us off one by one!"
Jiang Fulong's Personal Guards, the men closest to him, also had grim expressions. They frantically squeezed their triggers, spraying the enemy before them with machine-gun fire, all while shouting hoarsely at their leader. "Boss, the men are dying too fast! You have to do something!"
