The Sub-King let out a muffled grunt. His left shoulder wound wasn't bleeding, but the surrounding tissue was already carbonized. His face was pale, and the flow of his Energy had become noticeably sluggish.
"All of you, attack!" the peak Sub-King roared.
Four figures lunged forward simultaneously.
Xu Wuyi's long spear danced as he used his Quicksand Step, combined with minute adjustments to Gravity, to weave through the four-man encirclement.
Every thrust of his spear precisely intercepted an opponent's line of attack; every block used a shift in weight to deflect the majority of the force.
But the pressure was still immense.
The main assault came from the level 49 peak fighter, supported by three others above level 45. They were perfectly coordinated, their attacks a relentless tide.
A halberd, a Curved Saber, energy beams, binding spells... all kinds of attacks assailed him from every direction.
