More and more hunters' eyes turned into a blank, white haze.
The already scarce city guardians now faced not only dwindling numbers but also torment and anguish from the depths of their minds.
Lin Jue's bat finally closed in on the One-Eyed King. His eyes were brimming with sorrow, and the bat struck heavily against the King's neck, knocking him out with one blow.
As a seasoned rogue, Lin Jue knew well which part of the body would render a person unconscious quickly.
But this method was no long-term solution. Even with one blow knocking down one foe, he could not withstand the ceaseless rise of the living and the dead alike.
Baichuan City's northern defense was on the verge of collapse.
If the two Angel Envoys weren't eliminated, the situation would inevitably worsen.
Song Que noticed this, and Qi Yuan naturally knew too. In fact, she had foreseen this predicament the moment the three Angel Envoys appeared.
