Chapter 373: [371] The Might!
Hatred. Rage. Jealousy. Resentment. Despair. And finally, death.
All these emotions, the raw essence of negativity, were absorbed by August like an insatiable vortex.
This wasn't a petty quarrel involving hundreds or even thousands. This was a war involving hundreds of thousands, with lives lost every passing second.
Amidst the chaos, August stood at the epicenter of this macabre dance of death, devouring it all with reckless abandon—even the souls of the fallen.
As this relentless process unfolded, the primal forces of sin and darkness began eroding the void-like energy within his body.
"Kill him! If we can't escape, we'll fight to the death!"
"That pretty boy looks weak—kill him!"
"He must be someone important. Taking him down would be a huge win!"
"Charge!"
A torrent of northern warriors surged toward August.
The battlefield was a maelstrom, every fighter consumed by the frenzy of combat. Even Esdeath was reveling in the slaughter, her icy demeanor giving way to unrestrained bloodlust.