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The bayonet brutally plunged into the chest of the middle-aged scholar, and seeing the despair in his eyes, the rage in Wang Yunxiao's heart finally subsided slightly.
But what followed was an unprecedented sense of fatigue.
The more one is driven to a dead end, the more desperate they become.
Especially when realizing that one is about to be utterly annihilated.
The opponent is not the kind of kindergarten-level villain who just stands there spouting nonsense to heal the protagonist's team, but a cruel and shameless evil person without any bottom line.
Even though Wang Yunxiao was always cautious, he still got pulled into a trap that was nearly certain death.
Turning around, Gangtou and Youtiao were already slumped in the corner of the wall, incapacitated.
Garrison soldiers forming an array indeed share the damage, but it does not mean the damage can be completely ignored.
Even Wang Yunxiao felt tremendous pressure, not to mention the other two.
