I am fighting!
My guards are fighting too!
But they are exhausted beyond measure, their strength spent.
Old Luo's blade only grazed the edge of the Void-Rending Insect Emperor's armguard before a pitch-black claw—wreathed in spatial rending force—blinked through space and pierced his chest, tearing out his heart and devouring it in one bite.
Among the guards, a female archer let out a cry as mournful as a cuckoo's lament. Her arrow pierced one molten eye of a lava giant, but in the next instant, an eerie shadow blade from another enemy severed both her arms.
Staggering, blood gushing from her mouth, she suddenly raised her head and looked toward me—her eyes filled with final resolve.
Then she bit her tongue, spraying a mouthful of essence blood onto her broken bow. The shattered weapon hummed and transformed into a blazing blood-arrow, streaking with impossible speed toward another enemy besieging me—
It exploded against their spine!
