The floating blood bags charged ahead to block the ethereal arrow, but those brittle, makeshift magical items couldn't stop the product of a superior weapon.
Yet, the floating silhouettes also affected the arrow's structural integrity, forcing it to detonate before it could reach its target.
A violent explosion of Qi unfolded, sending wild gales tainted by drops of blood everywhere, but something flew through it. The bloody silhouette born from the rooting expert had survived the attack, at least half of it did, and it planned to charge at Liam.
Except that Liam wasn't on the bed of darkened petals anymore. The explosion had hidden the two thunderous noises that had resounded, as well as where they had brought him.
Julian was someone Lancelot had recruited, and the latter had a good nose for strength. He would have never challenged Liam in the valley otherwise.
