This skirmish was brutal.
These Shadow Fiends were like maggots on bone; they clung to us and attacked, specifically picking on the soft targets.
Because Fang Hao's transport flying boat looked weakly defended and carried important Formation Masters and supplies, it became a primary target.
Wave after wave of black shadows lunged at them, using an endless array of sinister tactics.
Fang Hao could not remember how many times he had swung his sword or blocked hidden weapons.
The blade of his yitian sword had curled from all the hacking, and his spiritual power was draining away like water; if he hadn't just achieved a Great Perfection Foundation Establishment Breakthrough and built a solid foundation, he would have collapsed long ago.
The wound on Little Grandson's arm had burst open again, fresh blood staining the bandages, yet he kept gritting his teeth and throwing Talismans.
