Several Great Sun Realm Godfiends were already severely wounded, their breathing shallow as they were protected in the center.
The light of their protective True Essence flickered everywhere, ready to extinguish completely at any moment.
"Hold the line! Reinforcements will be here soon!" The captain of the Human Race swung his sword, cleaving apart the force of a crashing black, demonic-flame hammer, yet blood still seeped from the corner of his mouth.
His voice was hoarse, yet carried an unyielding will born from desperation.
The eyes of his teammates around him were filled with determination or grief-stricken fury, but all of them gritted their teeth, rooted to their posts.
A deep gash, exposing the bone, was torn into one squad member's left arm by the blade of the Peng Demon, Lingfeng. Blood stained half his body, yet he still raised his sword to parry the poison whip of Dark Pupil.
