"Let us push forward," the captain gritted his teeth and swung his sword, cleaving one of the Siltbound Penitent's arms into two pieces.
The others nodded without speaking, each going all out and using their hidden skills.
The slanted hall shook vehemently as if it was going to collapse at any moment, but it did not fall.
As the group pushed forward, more Siltbound Penitents emerged from the walls around them.
Ahhh! Ahhh!
The hunter cried out in pain as a sharp gash appeared on his thigh. He stumbled backward, gritting his teeth against the agony.
Quickly, the healer did not hesitate to cast her healing skill on his wound.
The gushing blood stopped immediately, and without hesitation, the hunter took out a healing potion from his inventory and drank everything in one go.
To the side, Neville had lost his previous confidence and calm demeanor. He pushed his sword speed to the absolute limit.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
