Book 14, Fiend – Chapter 8, Survival of the Fittest

Stirton stood there in mid-air. Although the battle around him was fierce, he was like a rock amidst the waves. Nobody was able to budge him at all.

Stirton watched everything coldly.

The warriors and members of the tribe died, but he didn’t care at all.

“It is about time!” Stirton muttered softly.

“Let’s do it!” A hoarse voice suddenly rang out. Three people suddenly charged out from within those black uniformed warriors of the Black Dragon Army. These three black robed figures moved almost at the same time that Stirton did, charging towards the two enemy leaders.

The tiger-headed warrior and the skinny, gold-robed man both laughed.

“Stirton really did have something up his sleeve. Only, I didn’t expect he’d actually have three of them.” The gold-robed man, Klotman, said in a low voice.

“Fortunately, we made preparations as well.” The tiger-headed man said coldly.

The gold-robed Klotman narrowed his eyes, a freezing aura shooting forth from them. With a low growl, he said, “Kill!” As his voice rang out, two gray-robed men suddenly charged out from within their troops. These two gray-robed men and the two leaders simultaneously charged towards their enemies.

The three black-robed men and Stirton!

The two gray-robed men, Klotman, and Raschell!

Four on four!

“You invited Fiends as well?!” Stirton said in a cold voice.

“You really are rich. You invited...