There were so many people up against Jacob. Even a man made of steel would turn to ashes.
Yet, although Jacob had sustained wounds, those wounds were not fatal.
In other words, one could only imagine how alarmingly strong Jacob was.
"Gentlemen, we can't let Jacob frighten us. Stand your ground for a little longer, and this boy will surely die!"
Sebastian could see that the people were starting to have thoughts of retreating. He tightened his grip on his sword and leaped into the air.
He could not let them bear the thoughts of drawing back.
If someone were to flee at a time like this, the defensive formation they had formed would certainly crumble.
That was the same reason why the Reynolds family had failed to decimate the Village of Villains despite bringing the martial artists of Morocco along.
Sebastian did not want something like that to happen to him.
His attack lifted the spirits of the others.