The thunder arc extending outward from her axe gun, which initially spanned over a dozen feet, had now contracted to circle around her body. Qian did not know how much longer she could hold on. Unable to resist, she looked around—the enemy surrounded her from all sides. She began gasping for breath, involuntarily glancing admiringly at Brando.
Only Brando still appeared calm and composed. His element—an ice powder-like frost reminiscent of low temperatures—constantly spread out over dozens of feet. The cave dwellers nearing him retreated under the pressure of the cold.
Qian gritted her teeth and followed closely, refusing to admit defeat.
But she did not understand that Brando, at this moment, also felt a bit weak. After all, in the Amber Sword, no matter how strong you are, without a Perfect Body, you can never escape fatigue—whether it's Gold Rank or Enlightenment Element, it's no exception.
