Chapter 180: Spoils of Battle
"Why can't you let us live!?"
An Adjuchas roared furiously, his voice echoing through the desert.
"Why should Sung-Sun and the others be spared, while we're the ones condemned to die!?"
Another Adjuchas immediately echoed his resentment, his face twisted with anger.
"No! We don't want to die! We're even stronger than Apacci and the others—we can be far more valuable as subordinates!"
More Adjuchas began shouting, their emotions running high. Their once fearful expressions had contorted into something savage and unhinged.
Chaos erupted among the Adjuchas of Las Noches, their enraged howls rising one after another, as if they were on the verge of overturning the entire sea of sand.
Findorr, watching from the sidelines, tensed.
His expression was equally grim as he turned to Abirama and whispered,
"Abirama, this isn't good. If they start fighting, we'll use the chaos to escape. A being this powerful appearing in Hueco Mundo—we have to report this to His Majesty!"
Abirama furrowed his brows slightly before giving a small nod, signaling his understanding.