Facing the monstrous bird and the mutated monsters attacking once more, the group felt their hearts swell with fear, yet the will to survive tightly bound them together. Their eyes burned with a fierce, resolute flame as they prepared to make a final, desperate stand.
Zhang Zhi’s eyes were bloodshot, the once-clear orbs now webbed with red veins. He roared, "Brothers, we're dead either way, let's fight these bastards to the end! Either they die today, or we perish!" His voice was hoarse yet charged with power, resembling a battle hymn rising from the depths of hell. With that, he was the first to brandish his long sword, charging into the pack of monsters like a ferocious tiger. The blade swept through the air, trailing a cold gleam, and amidst the flashing arc of the sword, fresh blood splattered.
Lin Wan'er fought through her exhaustion, her body already pushed to its absolute limit, but the belief in her heart sustained her. Forming hand seals once again, she chanted under her breath and unleashed a powerful spell. The magical light transformed into countless ice arrows, whistling sharply as they shot toward the monsters. Each ice arrow contained the very last of her strength, and wherever the ice arrows passed, the air itself seemed to freeze.
Chapter 43