Chapter 1487 Waddle Sleeping Fist

As the first fighter bolted, the fighters who remained amid the combat with those Nemesis members were frozen. Within the next second, more fighters began to flee one after another. After a minute or two, Matthew Collins could no longer find any opponents around them. “Damn it! What happened?” At this time, the Nemesis members were on a spur to kill. When they saw all of their opponents had fled in defeat, a depressed expression flashed across many of their faces. Some of the Nemesis members could not help but chase after those deserters. Meanwhile, Tyr waved his hand and said, “Forget it! Let them be.” “Boss, these fighters are such wimps, right?” Dhrishit carried his katana as he walked toward Tyr and commented with a helpless expression. He complained, “Compared with Shadow Totem back then, these troops are a far cry.” “Well, not everyone is not afraid of death,” Tyr muttered and continued. “We can’t be too conceited before we have that duel with Leviathan. Their people must