Almost all the warriors chose to surrender, except those who were seriously wounded and dying and could hardly move.

By this time, Sakamura's health had felt the medication begin to emanate, and the strength was gradually filled with limbs and bones.

He stood up slowly, feeling this sense of strength, and he could not help feeling a little strange.

It seems that when he came to the city of darkness, the feeling disappeared from him.

He looked at the subordinates who had surrendered and left, at the proud figure standing in the distance, with hatred in his eyes.

"Death."

Ice-cold spit out a word, Sakamura vigorous began to rush down...