Clang!
Chongshan Ping blocked another strike from behind, sending a blacksmith flying.
"Sigh, why isn't this boss talking anymore."
"I don't know, seems like he's a bit dumbfounded, can't accept us."
"Silent plus critical hit."
"Let's finish this boss quickly; I need to return to the Resurrection Point and repair my gear, the durability is running low."
"My weapon is almost done too."
"Hey brother over there, you used to fight bosses with us, you should know it's tough when our durability is low, so why don't you stop resisting."
"Keep it up, guys, the boss is about to go down."
...
Bam!
Patriarch Chongshan was finally injured, sent flying backward.
He had once fought alongside these Heaven's Chosen, happily chatting, listening to their jokes and banter.
But now, former comrades have become the dungeon monsters they attack...
He knew all too well how terrifying these Heaven's Chosen were.
Not afraid of death.
Not afraid of injuries.
Unyielding combat spirit.
