CHAPTER 977
In another sector of the blood-soaked field, Alba and Brook were still fighting in perfect sync, but the grueling pace was finally beginning to take its toll.
They were slowly slowing down.
The sheer weight of the Behemoth army was beginning to overwhelm them, with hundreds upon hundreds of strikes coming from all corners.
Brook, despite his massive frame and expertise, couldn't block them all; he was trying his absolute best to hold the line.
Parrying a strike away just in time, Alba bashed her foot into an attacker's face, sending his body crashing into the dirt.
Twirling around while staying low to the ground, her sword flashed through the air, releasing a sharp crimson wave that ripped through the legs of a soldier.
Vaulting into the air for a brief moment, she spun around with the velocity of a fired arrow.
She was a total blur, spinning repeatedly until she kicked the air itself and dove into the ranks of the men with full speed.
