The Price of Being a “Passerby”
Translator: Hellscythe_
His subordinate’s report stunned Blood Halberd.
“Do they really intend to fight to the bitter end?!” Blood Halberd’s eyes turned crimson, his current mood similar to an imminent volcanic eruption.
With the entire area sealed off, preventing the use of Return Scrolls, World Dominators had no way to escape.
The steep slopes on both sides of this area left only one line of movement available. One could only advance forward or retreat backward; there was no third option available. Right now, however, Ouroboros blocked the road back to the city, while Zero Wing blocked the road to the Silverleaf Forest.
Originally, Blood Halberd felt only contempt for Zero Wing’s attempt to launch a pincer attack on World Dominators. Now that he had personally witnessed Zero Wing’s strength, however, Blood Halberd no longer dared underestimate Zero Wing.
Whether it was Ouroboros or Zero Wing, neither of them was easy to deal with.