Meanwhile, on the ground, Jing Shen raised his hand and roared:
"Attack—now! Take them alive if possible!"
With a chorus of shouts, six men charged forward, their swords gleaming and techniques lighting up the night.
But—
Cloudia's eyes narrowed.
Mist coiled around her like a cloak.
A moment later, everything erupted.
"Ughhhh!"
"Ahhhh!"
"Ahrghh!
Jing Shen and his five men lay sprawled across the ground, groaning, broken, and bloodied.
Their faces were pale, their bodies trembling. Blood trickled from noses, mouths, and gashes across their skin.
Bones were clearly fractured.
"A-Ahhh… It hurts… so bad…" Jing Shen gasped, barely able to lift his head. "How… how could a Noble-Lineage Beast be this powerful?"
Beside him, Jin Ren clutched his waist, face twisted in agony.
"M-My spine… is shattered… Brother Jing, they're not just Noble-Lineage beasts. I think… I think we messed with something far worse…"
