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Chapter 1018 Unstoppable Force

Chapter 1018 Unstoppable Force

Seeing the eight thousand King's Leagues elites charging at them, Chris narrowed his eyes slightly. He did not say a single word, only waving his hand once.

"Kill!"

Seeing this, Phoenix, who had been impatiently waiting, bellowed loudly.

"Brothers, follow me to kill the enemies!"

"These damn King's Leagues dogs want to disrupt the peace of my Amerosia. Leave none of them alive!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

As his voice fell, Phoenix drew out the treasured sword at his waist and charged out ahead of everyone else.

Once Phoenix made a move, he was an unstoppable force. A King's Leagues disciple who had blocked his path was instantly sliced in half by one slash from him.

Blood splattered everywhere, instantly drenching Phoenix's entire body red. But Phoenix was oblivious, letting out a sinister laugh that made one's scalp tingle as if he was a devil!

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

At the same time, the five thousand Guards of Death warriors roared as one. They drew out the steel knives at their waists and charged forward to kill.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

In an instant, the Guards of Death collided fiercely with the eight thousand King's Leagues elites. As soon as they made contact, a life-and-death battle erupted.

Neither side held anything back! For the King's Leagues, they had travelled thousands of miles to get here and could no longer retreat. They could only keep advancing forward to gain a foothold in Amerosia. If they retreated a single step, they would repeat the downfall of their King's Leagues predecessors and never have a chance to return to Amerosia again!

As for the Guards of Death warriors, defending their homeland was their duty. Every one of these King's Leagues people was a ticking time bomb, bound to threaten Amerosia's safety if they came over. So their mission was simple - kill every single one of the King's Leagues! Only by killing them all could the East Coast be protected and Amerosia kept safe!

Therefore, the battle between both sides instantly turned white-hot from the beginning. They were practically in a frenzy.

You slash me, I slash you, with every blow drawing blood!

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

The sounds of slaughter and agonized screams rose together.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

At this moment, Phoenix had become a god of death. The treasured sword in his hands slashed left and right, felling one King's Leagues elite after another under his blade.

"Hahaha!"

"Good, good! I've been suffocating these past days. You've come at just the right time to let me go on a huge killing spree!"

"When Tiger hears about this, he'll definitely be green with envy!"

Killing with gusto, Phoenix couldn't help but burst into loud laughter. Although he was not a madman like Tiger and specialized more in defense, it did not mean he disliked slaughter! Ever since the last battle at Jefferson Village, Phoenix had been leading the Guards of Death to garrison the East Coast. Located along Amerosia's southeastern coast and far from the frontiers, the East Coast hardly saw any battles. He had been restless for far too long.

He did not expect Ron Jefferson to lead eight thousand King's Leagues elites over. This gave Phoenix the perfect chance to vent his frustrations. At this moment, he was killing unchecked in all directions.

As for Tiger, who had been sent by Chris to track Guardian Tim of the Ghost Sect and locate their headquarters, who knew when he would be back? If Tiger was here, Phoenix probably wouldn't get the chance to go on a rampage!

At the same time, although the Guards of Death were fewer in number compared to the King's Leagues elites, they were after all a proper army and Chris's personal legion. Every warrior who joined the Guards of Death was handpicked from hundreds of thousands.

After years of garrisoning the frontiers and shedding blood alongside Chris, the aura of slaughter around each of them was thick and heavy. Their attacks were extremely vicious and lethal. It could be said that it was bad luck for the King's Leagues members to encounter the Guards of Death!

In contrast, despite the King' Leagues' superior numbers of eight thousand men, they were still just a bunch of gangsters at the end of the day. Although they fought regularly as well, those were mostly just skirmishes between factions over territory, involving only hundreds or thousands of men at most. The intensity could not compare with the Guards of Death warriors at all.

One must know that the Guards of Death warriors were all battle-hardened veterans. Warriors who had survived and killed their way through the crucible of war. How could these King's Leagues rabble possibly match up against them?

Therefore, right from the initial clash, the King's Leagues were already at a disadvantage.

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

...

The sounds of agonized screams rose continuously as the King's Leagues members were hacked down. Facing the Guards of Death, they were practically defenseless lambs to the slaughter. Bodies littered the beach, the blood staining almost the entire sea red.

Seeing this, Ron Jefferson's eyes turned bloodshot with fury. He had never imagined Chris's men to be so incredibly powerful. These eight thousand were supposed to be the elites of the King's Leagues, all handpicked by him personally!

Yet before the Guards of Death, they were like paper tigers, massacred without effort. If this kept up, the King's Leagues' morale would definitely collapse!

Sure enough, the Guards of Death grew more valiant the more they killed, while the King's Leagues retreated steadily. A disastrous defeat for the King's Leagues was only a matter of time.

"Retreat! Retreat! Retreat!"

"They're too strong, we're no match for them!"

"Hurry and flee! Otherwise we'll all die here!"

The King's Leagues had been frightened out of their wits by the slaughter. One by one, they cried out in terror, never having faced such ferocious enemies before. Even on Star Island when they swept over the major powers, it was nothing like this.

Here, they had been completely frightened by the Guards of Death! Each of them fought heedless of life and death, their attacks incredibly vicious and strength overwhelmingly superior. They moved and worked together seamlessly.

The King's Leagues had never seen enemies like this before. They were not human - they were devils!

In truth, the King's Leagues' defeat had been predetermined. Even on Amerosia's northern frontiers, the Guards of Death warriors could still charge left and right against an enemy force of eight hundred thousand, massacring them until they fled for their lives crying for their fathers and mothers.

So even at the borderlands, the Guards of Death were still an awe-inspiring existence!

Seeing his men about to break, Ron Jefferson knew the entire King's Leagues would be routed if this continued.

"Whoever dares to retreat will be executed without mercy!"

Seeing his men trying to flee, Ron Jefferson roared furiously.

Clang!

He drew out a precious sword and cut down over a dozen deserters in succession.

"This will be your fate if you try to flee!"

Ron Jefferson's cold gaze swept over everyone. The King's Leagues disciples were now frightened out of their wits, none daring to retreat anymore. They could only grit their teeth and continue fighting the Guards of Death.

Although the desertions had been stopped, Ron Jefferson knew the King's Leagues would still collapse if things carried on. He had to replace a way to turn the tide.