Black figures approached with the speed of ghosts, billowing dark smoke that carried a pungent smell of sulfur, like demons pouring forth from the abyss of hell. The eyes of these demonic enemies burned with the flames of hatred and destruction, and the bizarre weapons in their hands gleamed with an eerie dark light, seemingly thirsting for a baptism of blood.
Xu Tiancai held the Divine Artifact high, its five-colored light struggling to bloom in the darkness, like a beacon flickering in a gale. "Everyone back to back, don't give them an opening!" he shouted, his voice firm and steady, bringing a trace of reassurance to the others.
A'gang leveled his Battle Axe across his chest, his muscles taut as steel. In the tense atmosphere, his wounds no longer seemed to hurt. His eyes were as sharp as a falcon's, fixed firmly on the foremost black figure, ready to meet the impending impact. "Come on, you dark scum!" he roared, a faint glow shimmering over the Battle Axe, the symbol of his condensed strength.
Chapter 169