"Damn it!" Kong leaned against Lynch, the Cross Sword horizontal in front of him, sweat mixed with splattered black blood sliding down his forehead. Death's Shadow had never been so close. The domain was suppressed, magic invalid, dead spirits endlessly reviving... They seemed trapped in a desperate situation.
"What do we do?" She couldn't help but turn her head to inquire of Lynch behind her.
Lynch remained silent, not speaking.
"Think of something quickly!" Kong's voice grew anxious.
Lynch calmly said, "Don't worry."
Kong was speechless.
How could she not worry?
Grinding her teeth, Kong's expression grew more tense.
One of her hands had already started unconsciously tightening her palm, where there was a rune, only usable in emergencies.
However, in the moment she was distracted, she didn't even notice when a dead spirit had crept to her side, waving a pair of sharp claws straight towards her face.
"Oh no!"
Kong's face turned pale, and it was too late to dodge.
