The defensive line was collapsing.
Bephe stood alone at the critical chokepoint, the creature's massive form creating a living wall between Blossom's forces and the flags positioned behind. Blood soaked through the beast's scales from multiple wounds, each one adding to the mounting damage that was slowly breaking down its defense.
Blossom's spear moved like lightning itself, each thrust calculated with the precision of someone who'd spent years mastering her weapon. Actual lightning crackled along the shaft, her cultivation channeling elemental power through every strike. When the spear connected, electricity didn't just wound—it made muscles lock up, made the body betray itself.
The creature roared, sound carrying both defiance and pain across the battlefield. But Raze could see what was happening from his elevated observation point. Step by step, wound by wound, his bonded companion was being driven backward.
