After the first two people leading the charge were killed in succession, the remaining four or five seized the opportunity to swarm forward. The numerical advantage caused Ares considerable trouble.
He had to take it seriously, yanked the warrior off the spear and then faced six opponents alone, wielding the spear which continuously flared into flame.
Warriors, hands itching for a fight, stood up one after another—at the banquet, standing signified joining the battle.
When the fourteenth warrior stood, Ares finally showed signs of collapse.
An elf, graceful in appearance, somehow approached his back, crouched on his left shoulder, and stabbed his dagger into Ares' neck!
Ares was about to reach back, but a strong, shirtless human warrior suddenly hurled a massive leg bone over half a meter long — the leg bone, with half-cooked meat still on it, pierced through Ares' chest, forcing him back two steps.
At this moment, the elf assassin nimbly stood up.
