Among countless Nail Swords, one pierced through layers of defense, struck his chest, grazed his heart, and nearly killed him.
Fortunately, his instincts were still desperately fighting for survival. The Secret Blood remained hot, allowing him to claw back from grave injury and regain his life.
"Where is this?"
Anthony turned his head. There were some tents around him and many others like him, fallen, wounded, and being attended to.
"It's the encampment, within the Holy Hall Knight Order's ranks. Right now, Demons are assaulting the outer defenses."
A Demon Hunter beside Anthony explained.
The good news was that the Demon Hunters hadn't been wiped out; the bad news was that the Demons were already at the city's gates. The Holy Hall Knights needed to hold these Demons at the Seven Hills and absolutely prevent them from approaching Florence.
Hearing this, Anthony hesitated for a moment, and then tried to get up.
"You need to rest!"
