Chapter 57 Triumph_3

Tamas led the charge towards the enemy camp, without a battle cry or war shout, as twenty brave warriors followed silently behind him, like a pitch-black dagger thrusting straight into the enemy's heart.

"Let go!"

"No!"

Winters roared like thunder, and with a fierce burst of strength, he dislocated Xial's right shoulder.

Xial let out a wretched scream but still clutched his right wrist tightly with his left hand, refusing to let go.

Perhaps awakened by Xial's scream, Winters slowly quieted down and fell silent, his breathing and heartbeat gradually returning to normal.

Sensing the subsiding of Winters' fervent emotions, Xial tentatively relaxed his grip, but remained on guard.

"All right," Winters suddenly spoke, "let it go."

Only then did Xial obediently release his grip, standing with his head bowed, holding his right arm.

Winters tossed his knife into the ground with a backhanded throw and silently reset Xial's right shoulder.