Blown away by the impact, Stian struggled to adjust his posture in mid-air before crashing heavily into the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.
He drove his massive bone sword fiercely into the earth, using it for support to barely steady his swaying, collapsing frame.
Amidst the howling cold wind, the dragon heads opened their gaping, bloody jaws, continuously spewing fierce, scorching fireballs to shoot down the incoming arrows of light one by one.
Chapter 222