Eight hundred! Eight hundred and one

the voice is still roaring, but the sound is getting lower and lower. There are more than 200 people. Now, there are only about 50 people left. How many enemies are there? I don't know. No one is going to count, and no one has the energy to count. Only those people in front of me are enough to kill them back and forth several times.

"can we keep going?" A lot of people are asking themselves in their hearts. One by one, their companions have fallen down. The first one who roared out was also seriously injured. Even a cross wound was scratched...