Chapter 88: Touch Him, and You Die!

Frontier Madman Legion! More than a thousand of them surged in like an unstoppable flood. Their momentum was so fierce it even shoved back some of the Sword Weave pressure hanging in the void. Aziel Canyers turned to face the onrushing Frontier Madman Legion, his expression calm. In his hand, the longsword trembled faintly, as if answering a familiar hunger. Behind him, the Salvatore Josling pivoted as one. They met the charge head-on and released their own Sword Weave pressure. In an instant,...