Chapter 621


    Chapter 621


    Seeing Peter Jefferson''s greasy mouth and how he wiped it with his sleeve, Chris felt disgusted. This


    old man''s hygiene was seriouslycking!


    At that moment, Peter Jefferson noticed Tiger and the others applying something to the roast meat on


    the bonfire and asked curiously, "What are they doing?"


    Chris replied indifferently, "Nothing much, just applying somexatives."


    Peter Jefferson''s gaze toward Chris changed. After a while, he raised a thumb and said, "You''re quite


    cunning!"


    "Enough talk, let''s get going!" After everything was done, Chris and the others quickly retreated.


    Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!


    Not long after Chris and the others left, Guardian Michael and Zen arrived. Seeing the corpses of fierce


    wolves on the ground, each killed by a single, precise, and ruthless blow, they felt a chill run down their


    spines.


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    Then, they looked at the roasted meat on the zing bonfire. Their mouths watered as they swallowed


    hard. Throughout their journey, they had encountered countless traps and beasts, and they had yet to


    have a proper meal.


    Zen squinted and said, "It seems that Chris knew we wereing and retreated in advance!"


    "Right!" Guardian Michael nodded, "Judging by the number of wolf corpses, Chris must have suffered


    heavy losses as well."


    "Should we pursue them?" Zen asked Guardian Michael.


    "Of course! But since Chris is full of tricks, let''s send the cannon fodder ahead to avoid falling into a


    trap." After saying this, the two exchanged cold smiles.


    The once-mighty group of martial artists from various factions had be cannon fodder. It was said


    that the world was a chessboard and all living beings were the chess pieces. Numerous martial artists


    had died, leaving less than 5, 000 survivors who had no choice but to rely on the Ghost Sect and the


    Middleton Alliance.


    Hearing this, Zen nodded, "These cannon fodder are expendable. Let them go ahead and test the


    waters!"


    Both Guardian Michael and Zen were cunning old foxes. Chris''s mysterious retreat left them feeling


    uneasy.


    After reaching an agreement, they ordered the 5, 000 martial artists to charge forward. However, the


    martial artists weren''t fools; they made various excuses and moved slowly. After Guardian Michael and


    Zen killed hundreds of them, the remaining 5, 000 finally got in line.


    If they didn''t charge, they would be killed by the Middleton Alliance and the Ghost Sect. They had no


    choice but to fight for their lives.


    "Kill!"


    "Death awaits us either way, charge!"


    "Brothers, let''s go!"


    In no time, the battle cry shook the heavens, and countless martial artists charged toward the direction


    where Chris and the others had retreated. Suddenly, an ident urred.


    Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!


    Arrows flew out from both sides of the woods. Many people were struck and killed.


    "Ambush!"


    "Retreat!"


    "If we don''t retreat, we''re done for!"


    Shouts rang out one after another. Facing the countless arrows, the martial artists retreated in panic.


    Ah! Ah! Ah!


    Before they could react, screams sounded again. The ground suddenly copsed, and countless


    martial artists fell into arge pit. Numerous sharp spears covered the bottom of the pit.