Within the twinkling stars, a sword appeared from its sheath.
It was still Ruby.
Willard was stunned for two seconds, a self-deprecating smile tugging at his lips.
He had recruited 45 subjects, so many people, yet only brought back a single sword, while the other side, with merely 4 people, had seized four swords! This was truly laughable!
Bai Youwei in front was slowly drawing out the sword.
"This is the last sword." Willard twisted his lips, his sarcasm undisguised, "Think carefully now... Out of six vulnerable spots on the body, two have already been struck, leaving the chest, abdomen, left leg, right leg... Which will you choose?"
Bai Youwei held the sword silently.
Her wound in the abdomen hadn't healed yet, and Willard's arms were still bloody. Beneath the two thrones, unbeknownst to them, the ground had already been stained with fresh blood...
Both of their conditions were poor; now, it was a contest to see who could outlast the other.
