Chapter 422
"Damn it! I'm dead," he gulped as his gaze fell on his one mangled arm, then flicked back to the looming gargoyles.
Boom!
One of the gargoyles bolted toward Grey, giving him no time to process what was happening. All he could see was a massive stone sword crashing down toward his head.
"Fuck!" Grey cursed as he leapt back with every ounce of strength he had left, narrowly avoiding the weapon. The sword smashed into the ground, tearing it open like a cracked shell, chunks of earth flying in every direction.
Grey swallowed hard, eyes wide as he took in the destruction the blade had caused. Then his gaze shifted briefly to his own sword. It looked pitiful in comparison. But there was no time to think because two more gargoyles appeared before him in a blink.
One lunged, thrusting a jagged stone spear toward his abdomen. The other swung a hefty shield toward his face with terrifying force.
Instinct kicked in.
