Beckett and Guerrero's eyes were wide, staring intently at Chu He. Their gazes held a mixture of a desperate hope that he would fall and sheer, incredulous shock at the scene before them.
They simply couldn't believe that Chu He was still standing after such an attack.
In their minds, this was an attack that had already surpassed the limits of what any mortal could endure.
Amaterasu, on the other hand, nervously clenched her fists, her knuckles turning white from the force.
Her gaze was locked on Chu He as she silently prayed for him to pull through.
She knew full well that her fate was now completely tied to Chu He. If he failed, she too would be doomed beyond salvation.
As time passed, the light emanating from Chu He's shoulder grew stronger and stronger, gradually pushing back the sharp power of the Holy Sword.
The corners of Chu He's mouth tilted up slightly, revealing a confident smile.
