Luo Xiu's eyelids felt heavy as he dragged his exhausted body, struggling to swing the sheathed sword in his hand. If not for that single drop of Moonlight Divine Water, which had revived six powerful warriors at once, he never would have lasted this long.
Blood had stained nearly his entire body red, yet he bore no wounds. The swords and knives of the Penglai Warriors could only tear his clothes; they could not pierce his skin. However, getting slashed by a knife or stabbed by a sword was still incredibly painful. But for every stab of pain he felt, another Penglai Warrior fell beneath his sword!
Time ticked by.
One after another, the Penglai Warriors fell!
He didn't know how much time had passed. It was only when he swung his sword through empty air that he realized everyone had fallen. He forced his heavy eyelids open and looked around in a daze. There were no enemies left.
"How long has it been?"
Lin Tong replied, "An hour has passed."
