Starting from The Witcher, he slaughtered his way across the world.

The next second, it raised its other hand and slapped it out. The guard who had rushed forward first was hit as if by a huge object. His body flew backward with a "bang" and crashed hard into a tree. He spat out a mouthful of blood.

He then collapsed to the ground, struggling to get up.

With just one strike, everyone present felt a chill run down their spines.

The longsword was carelessly tossed to the ground by the demon corpse with a "clang." Upon seeing this, the other three guards quickly distanced themselves, their expressions growing increasingly solemn, but their eyes also revealing a hint of fear and apprehension.

"Damn it, this demonic corpse has such high defense."

"We can't even break through its defenses?!"

"Jonas, are you alright?"

"fine!"

Jonas struggled to his feet, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, and stared intently at the demonic corpse. His face was pale, drained of color from the attack.

He was the one who could most directly experience the terrifying power of the demonic corpse. Just now, with that casual strike from the demonic corpse, he felt that two of his sternum bones had probably been broken.

"This demonic corpse is beyond our capabilities, brothers. We're probably going to die here today."

His words filled everyone present with despair.

Even if he didn't say it, the others could see it; everyone's face was filled with fear, and they were trembling all over.

Luo Fan unconsciously clenched his fist, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force.

Their lives were in the hands of these few guards.

If even they couldn't kill this demonic corpse, the weaker prisoners present would only face certain death.

The fear brought by the demonic corpses surrounded every corner of the field, and the icy chill made people feel as if they had fallen into an ice cave.

The demonic corpse's emotionless gaze made the atmosphere on the field increasingly oppressive, heavy, and tense. It was as if it was toying with everyone's nerves, its body shrouded in darkness, making it exceptionally terrifying.

The sense of impending death is driving people crazy.

"Aaaaaah!!"

A prisoner yelled twice, tumbled and scrambled, and fled frantically into the distance, disappearing into the darkness. His footsteps grew ever fainter.

"madness!"

Jonas cursed aloud, but didn't call the prisoner back. He looked at the demon corpse, seemingly wanting to observe its movements.

The other prisoners were also starting to feel restless; the fear of death made them want to escape like that prisoner.

The next second, the demonic corpse suddenly raised its head, its scarlet pupils looking in the direction the prisoner had fled. Its mouth seemed to grin even wider, and it took a step back, completely disappearing into the darkness.

"Aaaaaah!! No!!!"

Within seconds, a terrified scream suddenly came from afar, a "crunching" sound as if bones were being forcibly broken and twisted. The prisoner's screams grew fainter and fainter until they stopped.

Everyone present broke out in a cold sweat, fear and despair rising in their hearts.

"Dead, definitely dead..."

Kant's voice trembled as he stood beside Luo Fan, his eyes filled with an overwhelming terror.

Luo Fan wasn't in a much better mood either. His mind raced as he tried to find a way to survive.

He had just noticed something strange; with the strength of this demonic corpse, it would be easy for it to kill everyone present.

But why did it just stand there, slowly approaching?

and many more......

Luo Fan suddenly thought of something and looked at the campfire. The campfire, which should have been burning brightly with the addition of firewood, seemed to be getting smaller and smaller.

As the area illuminated by the campfire shrank, the demonic corpse drew ever closer, remaining perched at the edge of the firelight without advancing any further.

Could it be that...

"Ah!"

The thought had barely formed when another terrified scream rang out. Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and were immediately startled.

The demonic corpse had somehow returned to the edge of the firelight, still standing there quietly watching the entire scene, its grinning mouth stained with bright red blood, making it look even more eerie and terrifying.

The four guards exchanged glances. Jonas calculated in his mind: "Ten seconds. From the time the prisoner escaped to the time the demon corpse returned, ten seconds have passed."

"In a head-on confrontation, we are no match for this demonic corpse. Our only chance of survival is to run away."

"There are still thirteen people left on the field. If we let these prisoners run away first, it will definitely draw the attention of the demon corpse, and then that will be our chance to escape."

"We are physically stronger than these prisoners, so our chances of escaping are the greatest."

He had only heard of the existence of demonic corpses before, and knew they were extremely dangerous. Now that he had encountered one, he knew what despair truly meant.

All of them combined were no match for this demonic corpse!

Thinking of this, Jonas looked at the prisoners and said, "Don't say I didn't give you a chance. It takes this demonic corpse more than ten seconds to kill a person. In a moment, you will all desperately try to escape from here. Who survives will depend entirely on their luck."

As he spoke, he pointed in the direction of the demon corpse on the other side.

Many people realized that he wanted the prisoners to buy them time to escape, but at this moment, no one dared to resist.

Moreover, Jonas is right; this way they might have a chance to escape. If they split up, who survives will depend entirely on luck.

"Go and unlock their shackles, quick! You two run in that direction too."

Jonas tossed a key to the two prisoners beside him and urged them on.

Every second counts. Although they don't know why the demonic corpse isn't attacking them, if it changes its mind, it'll be all over.

The two prisoners hurriedly took the keys, their faces turning pale upon hearing this, but they dared not linger and quickly went to unlock the handcuffs and leg irons of the other prisoners.

This will give them more time to escape.

Luo Fan looked at the prisoner who had unlocked his handcuffs and leg irons, and hesitated whether he should tell Jonas about his discovery.

But he quickly dismissed the idea.

The chill in the air remained, and the campfire was gradually extinguished. Even if the demonic corpses dared not approach because of the firelight, as time passed, the campfire would go out, and only death awaited them.

Only by having these people lure the demon corpse away can he seize this opportunity to find a glimmer of hope for survival.

As the demonic corpse drew closer, a tense atmosphere gripped everyone's hearts. The sound of swallowing could be heard from time to time, as everyone tried to suppress their fear.

"Run as fast as you can, and those who survive will report this... Now, run!"

Jonas shouted.

The nine prisoners, as if racing against death, unleashed unprecedented speed, running frantically.

Kant wanted to follow, but Luo Fan grabbed his arm. He looked at Luo Fan with a mixture of fear and confusion in his eyes.

Luo Fan shook his head slightly, but did not speak.

"Why aren't you two running?"

Jonas glared at him, his voice icy. "Less two people running means fewer people buying him time."

He never expected that anyone would dare to disobey his orders.

Just then, the demonic corpse, which had been motionless, suddenly moved its eyes, staring at the direction the prisoners had fled. It took a step back and disappeared into the darkness.

"The monster has moved, Jonas! Forget about them, run!"

One of the guards said this and disappeared into the darkness in the opposite direction without looking back. Arguing with these two prisoners now would be a real waste of time.

"Idiot, do you think you won't die if you just stay still?"

Jonas snorted coldly, ignored Luo Fan and the other two guards, and disappeared into the darkness behind them, escaping at top speed.