1603 Wearing It Out Slowly (1/2)
Edited by Aelryinth
The Nine Moon-Devouring White Wolves were remarkably strong. They were led by the Flying Creek Snow Wolf, whose true power had awakened under the presence of Ice Magic. Meanwhile, the Flame Belle kept tossing flames down from the sky. The Dark Swordmaster was struggling to fend off eleven Commander-level creatures attacking it simultaneously!
The Moon-Devouring White Wolves had been fighting alongside one another for a long time, and their synergy was rather impressive. Every time the Dark Swordmaster tried to execute a deadly blow, some Moon-Devouring White Wolves would immediately target the Dark Swordmaster's wounds. The Dark Swordmaster was constantly being suppressed, and could only vent its anger on the White-Marked Wolves.
The White-Marked Wolves were only Warrior-level creatures, too weak compared to a Ruler-level creature. Even the slightest slash of the sword could kill them instantly. However, the White-Marked Wolves kept pouncing on it regardless. Their boldness completely overwhelmed the Dark Swordmaster!
Even Warrior-level creatures were attacking recklessly. Wasn't that a clear indication that the Ruler-level creature was already at its limit?
Meos, Mu Bai, and Heidi knew that their victory was within reach now. They immediately put in more effort. Meos Summoned a whole bunch of undead to join the fight.
”Mo Fan, let my undead take the hits instead!” Meos said.
”Sure!”
Most undead could be reborn if they were dead, but Mo Fan's Summoned Beasts were dead once they were killed. It was not Meos' first time seeing Mo Fan Summon the white wolves. They were clearly his own Summoned Beasts, instead of some random beasts from the Summoning Plane. Meos could not stand to watch them bleed and die, especially knowing how serious Mo Fan's injuries were...
”Sayed, what are you waiting for? We can almost make it out of here!” Meos said, glaring at Sayed.
Even though Sayed could not wait to take his revenge on Mo Fan, he knew it was more important for them to take out the Dark Swordmaster together. He stopped dithering and Summoned all his undead.
His undead were not that strong, but he could still use them as cannon fodder, so that the Dark Swordmaster would have no chance of attacking Mo Fan's Summoned Beasts!
The undead significantly relieved the pressure on Mo Fan's shoulders. The Dark Swordmaster was aiming for the White-Marked Wolves, since it could kill a bunch of them with every slash. Therefore, it was more suitable for the undead to take the attacks instead!
”Awooo!”
The Flying Creek Snow Wolf finally made a solid contribution to the fight, his claws tearing through the Dark Swordmaster's armored back. The Dark Swordmaster's aura weakened greatly when the Flying Creek Snow Wolf tore the plate off its back.
However, its energy was depleting, its cuts getting weaker. Even its reaction speed was dropping.
The Flame Belle let out a cry as she gathered nine enormous fireballs. They began to fall from the sky like tiny meteorites, heading straight for the Dark Swordmaster.
The nine fireballs caused a huge explosion. The Dark Swordmaster finally reached its limit amid the raging flames. Its helmet dropped to the ground first, followed by its sword. Its remaining armor fell to the ground piece by piece...