The blade demon, with its head taken away, gradually lost consciousness in its eyes, and finally died at the hands of Bode.
Bode’s hands, stained with sticky blood, looked up at the battlefield below, his heart bleeding.
Those fighting with their lives below are his brothers, those life-and-death brothers, now regarding each other as the deepest enemies.
Turned into living corpses by the damned Apocalypse Society.
Bode let out an angry shout, rushing into the crowd, his iron fists turning into lethal weapons.
He smashed the skulls of his subordinates one punch after another, breaking their bodies to pieces.
Scarlet flesh covered the land, and the sticky blood in the air formed a scarlet aura.
If the blood were to evaporate at this moment, would it rain blood on this land?
With every punch Bode threw, his heart ached, smashing those loyal to him, his life-and-death brothers.
He managed to stand firm in the Ninth Special Zone only with the support of these brothers, and now, these brothers are dead, not even leaving their corpses whole.
He would personally pulverize the bones of his brothers.
His four captains also suffered, for the survival of the living brothers, they had no choice but to continue.
With several captains and Bill Hawke joining the battlefield, these living corpses posed a great threat to ordinary people, but for Bode and other Catastrophes with strong personal abilities, it was simple to handle.
After more than ten minutes of fierce battle, Bode, filled with pain and guilt, crushed the last brother’s head.
The sand beneath his feet was drenched in blood, yellow sand drifting, turning the place into an Asura Hell on Earth.
Viscera and flesh were everywhere, blood seeped into the ground, and the Flame Cactus was thriving, absorbingly drawing nutrients.
Indeed, it was a "mountain of corpses and sea of blood."
Looking at the tragic scene on the ground, everyone was silent.
This time, both the Commerce Association and the security brigade suffered huge losses, and the sand bandits were wiped out.
The only survivor on the side of the sand bandits was Lang Liefeng, and even for the ruthless and murderous sand bandits, witnessing this Asura Hell scene left them stunned.
After carefully counting the numbers, the crowd’s hearts were extremely heavy.
The security brigade sent a total of 751 people this time, and only 51 remain alive!
Bill Hawke’s body was trembling uncontrollably.
The armed personnel of the convoy, he brought 800 people, now only about 100 left!
As for the others, they couldn’t find even the bodies!
If so many brothers died, a fruitful outcome would be understandable, but now, even with so many deaths, they only managed to kill and capture some ordinary Apocalypse Society followers.
The two most important Yellow-robed Priests had disappeared without a trace.
It can be said that the security brigade, like last time, sacrificed enormously, yet achieved only minor results.
Erin’s lips trembled and said, "Lord, we’ve only captured these people! They are useless trash!"
More than a hundred ordinary Apocalypse Society followers, huddled together in fear, their main forces destroyed, abandoned by the two Yellow-robed Priests, remaining as mere pawns.
Absolutely, they were no match for Bode and his people.
Bode looked at these prisoners, knowing they were just brainwashed ordinary people, with no value at all, and having lost so many brothers himself, only captured these people.
Anger nearly drove Bode to lose all reason, his eyes flashing red as he said, "What use is trash? Wasting food, wasting air, kill them!"
Upon Bode’s command, those surrendered Apocalypse Society followers, eyes gleaming with terror, frantically began to flee.
Furious at the death of so many brothers, the security team decisively raised their guns, aiming at the fleeing Apocalypse Society followers, pulling the triggers.
The intense gunfire roared continuously, and in just a few seconds, all the surrendered Apocalypse Society followers were slaughtered.
Compared to Bode, whose mentality was almost exploding, Bill Hawke’s mentality was still within acceptable limits. He glanced at Bode and exhaled a heavy sigh.
Although the Tasting Commerce Association lost a lot of manpower, the good thing is that the batch of arms was protected.
As long as there’s no mishap with the arms, this loss in manpower is still acceptable to the association.
But in the very next second.
Everyone present felt a sense of dread, realizing something was amiss.
It seemed as if the sound of car engines was roaring.
The crowd turned their heads suddenly, looking in one direction, only to see, following the roar of engines, billowing yellow sand rose to the sky.
Dozens of modified troop transport vehicles sped toward them, yet another unknown force swept in. Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡⁂𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢⁂𝘯𝘦𝘵
Seeing this new force, everyone present was on high alert, filled with an intense sense of unease.
Whose forces are these?
Now, having already lost so many people, a whole new force, they are entirely no match!
"Who the hell are they? Could the Apocalypse Society still have backup?"
"How is it possible? How does the Apocalypse Society have such strength? They’re damn near finished, where would they find the capacity to bring in another force?"