The sudden sound of a blade cutting through the air echoed out, and then people felt a smell of blood permeating the air around them.
"Damn it, that kid is there! Watch your defenses! Watch your defenses!" The red-haired middle-aged man at the front shouted loudly, immediately producing a huge blade.
This blade showed a bizarre color.
The blade shimmered red, much like the middle-aged man's hair.
For a moment, one wondered whether the middle-aged man influenced the blade or the blade affected the middle-aged man.
However, White Mitchell did not care about these things.
White Mitchell held a dagger and rushed towards the red-haired middle-aged man.
Along the way, the men brought by the red-haired middle-aged man fell one by one.
Seeing this, flames seemed to burst from the red-haired middle-aged man's eyes.
This was simply outrageous!
A kid from the Dragon Realm in the Innate Third Stage, a mere ant, daring to ambush him and kill so many of his men in one go?