His voice was firm, confidence masking the seriousness of the situation. "Young Master, be careful. I'll keep these five occupied, but the remaining four will fall to you. Be cautious—they are formidable."
Without waiting for Orion's acknowledgment, Lucan lunged forward decisively, his sword flashing brilliantly, instantly engaging all five powerful enemies simultaneously.
His movements were precise, calculated yet strained, clearly facing considerable difficulty despite his exceptional skill.
Orion's expression tightened as four opponents rapidly moved toward him. He quickly assessed them: one opponent appeared around the sixth grade, his cultivation clearly superior, while the other three hovered around the fourth and fifth grades.
Orion's pulse quickened, anxiety flickering sharply within him. He was only at the third tier, and facing such formidable foes was undoubtedly beyond his current capacity.
