Cassian staggered, his sword trembling slightly in his grip. Blood seeped from his lips as pain tore through his muscles.
He exhaled sharply, both hands swayed down as the muscles were torn apart.
'So this is the cost of the Seventh Move…'
Even with his body strengthened by countless battles and natural treasures, the backlash was still brutal. His muscles were torn, his mana channels burned.
Still, his golden eyes never lost their sharpness as he slowly straightened his body.
"Cassian, what are you waiting for?" Gareth shouted as he parried a claw attack from a Fire Wolf.
Cassian tilted his body and looked at Gareth for a moment before shaking his head. "We shouldn't summon him unless it is the last resort. Besides, he would show up if he were not in a critical moment since he should've felt it by now."
Sigh!
"Then, are you going to use that and hold that beast as long as you can?" Gareth sighed and frowned deeply, his voice filled with worries.
