When Medisha spread the Spirit Wings, she didn't think too much, just like a general instinctively protecting their formation. But when she saw that Undead General in black quietly watching her—its right hand extended, the metal glove full of thorns gripping a giant, pitch-black scythe, casually placing it level—she realized what mistake she had made.
Bai disappeared from her sight the next moment.
The Silver Elf girl instinctively turned her long spear, but it was too late. As she raised her head, the Radiance from the Spirit Wings seemed to dim for a moment. A cold scythe blocked the light, then drew a black streak from top to bottom with a 'crack' sound. Pieces of silver chain armor shattered and fell like twinkling leaves, and rose-colored blood blossomed into a glaring crimson flower. Medisha looked at the wound stretching from her shoulder to her abdomen in disbelief, her face pale.
