Chapter 247 Ambush (1/2)

Half a dozen attacks all struck Arran at once, and there was a bright flash of blue light around hihtblade's aainst such an onslaught of y, the a the attacks before they hit None of the attackers eak, and their co the aainst

But if the streaks of Fire Essence easily tore through the amulet's defenses with ease, Arran hi his resistance to Essence paid off in an instant as half a dozen attacks only barely scratched his skin He knew i past the stage where adepts posed a serious threat

Still, he allowed the i the Essence he'd used to create the earthen wall Fooling his opponents into thinking they'd killed him would buy him only a moment or two, but they were moments he could well use

If this was the extent of the aer erous

He spread out his Shadowsight even as he hit the ground, quickly noting the people nearby There were three people on the road, all hurrying away fro before the attack

But across the road, in the underbrush, he now detected six figures who had somehow escaped his notice earlier His ene forward hurriedly

That there were six reassured hi in wait, ready to strike if the others failed

”We got him,” a low voice hissed, the anxious treo!”

”Check if he's dead,” another replied, his tone more confident ”After—”

The man stopped mid-sentence as he Sensed the Force shi+eld Arran created, and an instant later, his eyes ith shock when the foe he had thought defeated ca toward him

Arran did not bother to draw the sword at his side Instead, he su it appear directly in his hand

To their credit, none of the adepts hesitated in launching attacks as he dashed toward theic easily tore apart his Force shi+eld, the truth was that he didn't need it — his body was er than any shi+eld he could create

The last of the adepts to speak was the first to die, Arran's blade cleaving his body froround another of his coround two paces apart

Arran raised and lost another two Force shi+elds as he cut down a third adept, withhim before he could create another shi+eld

The fourth adept see effort on useless ht th and swordsered backith blood gushi+ng from a deep wound in his chest Another second and he fell to the ground, already dead

Just two adepts reht left in him

One turned to run, and Arran was al opponent burned a large hole straight through the man's back

His final opponent, meanwhile, fell to his knees, eyes filled with fear ”Don't kill et the chance to finish the words, as his throat was pierced by Arran's swordhim instantly

As much as Arran wanted to knoas behind the attack, he could not let the ic, and that was a secret Arran did not want revealed

His opponents all dead, Arran prepared hiht

He braced himself, then rammed the pommel of his sword into his own ribs, and twice roaned in pain, then carefully sat down on the ground, clutching his broken ribs