Chapter 699 The Great War of the South (4)

Although Ashblood and the rest of the Wolf’s Den members were severely injured, they remained on their feet, fighting and rallying themselves. Many people would have thrown in the towel at this point of the battle, but no, not Wolf’s Den. The longer they fought, the more aggressive they became. Pain, injuries, and death were nothing but an afterthought, their only goal right now was to keep fighting! A member of the Twenty-Three Golden Garrison raised his blade and looked at Ashblood coldly. “A bunch of stubborn people.” Just moments ago, he gave Ashblood three gnarly slash wounds on his body. Any other person would have collapsed onto the ground and be lying in a pool of their own blood. Yet, Ashblood remained on his feet and fought even more ferociously. He seemed not to feel pain at all. “I cannot believe it,” said the man, agitated. He had never seen anyone as dogged and relentless as Ashblood. Raising the blade in his hand, he charged toward Ashblood once again. Suddenly, a