Chapter 67: Blackstampede Horror
Just like that, only a handful of Hollows remained, less than one third of their original numbers. Some snarled in anger and tensed their bodies to charge, while others skittered backward, uncertain.
Whatever the case may be, their empty eyes seemed to be glowing with a great deal of resentment and hatred for the intruders who had
Klaus exhaled and flicked off the blood on his sword.
"Briar, how much control do you have left over that thing?"
The demoness vision became a little blurry and gritted her teeth. Clearly, she was gradually reaching her limit.
"Not much. Also, it’s falling apart. I would give it another minute at best."
Hearing so, a sadistic smile appeared on Klaus’s lips.
"That’s all I need."
He then turned his gaze to the remaining Hollows and pointed his blade toward them. That sword seemed to be challenging the essence of their existence.
"Let’s finish this."
With one final command, Briar forced the Plague Ravager forward, sending it straight into the enemy’s ranks like a living battering ram. The wounded, dying creature lashed out wildly and used its venom-coated mandibles to tear through anything in its path. The Hollows screeched in response and attacked it with mindless rage.