Chapter 516 Paphield Battle 9 (2/2)

Rhode strode toward two gorgeously armored soldiers with their raised swords. Without even blinking, Rhode wielded his twin daggers upward and deflected their attacks. He jerked his wrists and the energy blades slashed the poor soldiers right through their sturdy armors. Two crescent-shaped blade rays beamed and streaks of scarlet blood splashed skyward.

The remaining soldiers flinched frantically as they no longer felt secure with their 'reliable' weapons and shields.

The enemy soldiers retreated frantically, but Rhode's mercenaries chased them like hawks eyeing on their prey.

”What happened?!” Thon ran out of the tent and stared at the commotion behind the camp blankly. A dozen pitch-black figures darted forward and swept his soldiers away like a flood that devoured their entirety.

How is this possible?

Thon froze to the spot. He did receive the report from the Lion Legion, but he chose to believe that it was an excuse that the Lion Legion came up with so that they could cut their losses. Now, it seemed that these people were truly as formidable as what they had described. Who exactly are they? Where did they come from? Why haven't I heard of such a tough legion?

”S-Stop them quickly!” Thong felt chills all over his body as though he were soaked in the ice-cold ocean. But, even so, he commanded and another hundred soldiers reported to him speedily. Even as the acting Commander of the Southern Legion frontline, Thon had his own troops who were much stronger than the three big legions in terms of quality and strength. Due to this reason, Thon convinced himself that this wasn't over yet. He had discovered that there were only a dozen enemies and their rear ambush was apparent to catch himself off guard. But it's a pity that I'm not that foolish.

Thon let out an evil laughter as his elite troops aimed their bows at the enemies ahead. At the next moment, countless arrows were released and Thon watched on anxiously as he began to fantasize the scene when the enemies were pierced by the arrows.

But his expression turned stiff almost immediately.

A translucent defensive barrier emerged over the soldiers and none of the arrows were effective as they were deflected right off.

What's going on?

How is this possible?

Who exactly are these people? How did they do that?

Thon couldn't stay calm any longer. He lifted his arm high up and swung downwards with all his might.

The soldiers gathered their Commander swiftly while disregarding the other retreating soldiers. Thon felt much more relieved because, after all, these soldiers were his elites and they weren't the worthless trash of the three big legions.

And at this moment, he spotted a black-haired man strolling out from the pitch-black group of soldiers. The black-haired man halted and revealed a generous smile. ”I've finally found you, Commander.”

That was the last sentence that Thon had heard.

An enormous net weaved from a dozen dazzling spiritual blades emerged in thin air and enveloped him completely…