As soon as the soldier uttered his name, Raven dashed toward the soldiers.

Fwoosh!

A flaming spirit erupted from his body in the blink of an eye and wound around the blades.

Shuaaack!

As the spirit-imbued swords danced through the air, the Berna soldiers were sliced into chunks of meat, unable to put up any resistance. Blood poured down like rain, and the screams of the dying soldiers transmitted fear to the rest of the soldiers.

“Kyarararara!”

The green-robed demons were commencing a slaughter behind the soldiers, and a single man was moving to the rhythm of death in the front. The soldiers were overcome with even greater fear at discovering the man’s identity, as Raven had already made his name known throughout the South.

“Uah, argh!”

A few soldiers were unable to overcome their fear and jumped down the wall. However, the majority of the troops remained – they were the remaining elite of the Berna forces, having climbed through the rain of arrows while using the bodies of their dead colleagues as a stepping stone.

“Uaaah!”

“Heuk!”

Despite being tightly gripped by fear, they resisted violently and brandished their weapons to death.

‘Hmm.’

Raven’s eyes dimmed when he saw the enemy soldiers put up a fierce fight. Even a rat would bite a cat when cornered… It appeared...