Splash!
Tyler's sword curved diagonally, cleaving the neck of the enemy with one clean sweep.
But he didn't take the initiative to attack others; instead, he calmly waited. Another enemy appeared, charging a wooden thorn towards him.
Tyler's sword easily blocked the thorn, but he didn't continue attacking; instead, he focused on parrying.
Of course, the enemy wasn't going to let him win.
They had already launched an ambush from four different directions, making it almost impossible to leave.
If Tyler wanted to leave, it wouldn't be impossible.
He could easily cut through these people, but he didn't want to. This time, the enemy had led nearly a thousand people.
Compared to their meager three hundred people, it was clear who had the upper hand.
Of course, Tyler didn't care about that number; instead, his eyes were coldly watching his teammates getting killed left and right.
