Xu Tiancai gripped the Sword of Creation tightly, its blade trembling slightly as if responding to an even more terrifying roar echoing from deep within the black vortex. His gaze remained locked on the churning darkness, his brow covered in beads of sweat. Having just survived a fierce battle, his physical strength was near its limit, yet the resolve in his eyes had not diminished in the slightest.
The Ice Princess was as pale as paper, her magic wand shaking in her hand, yet she forced herself to endure, casting layer upon layer of ice barriers around the group to fend off any potential subsequent attacks from the dark vortex. Each barrier shimmered with a deep blue light, resembling fragile yet tenacious shields.
A'gang clenched his teeth. The flames on his battle axe had dimmed, but he still hoisted the weapon onto his shoulder, standing before the others like an impassotable golden fortress. His burly torso leaned slightly forward, muscles tensed like a coiled leopard, ready to meet the unknown challenge.
Chapter 211