Chapter 347: Every Strike Draws Blood
"Over there, there's another one!"
Loren knew it was Koranda coming to rescue him, so he wasted no time on unnecessary words and directly pointed out the enemy's direction for Koranda.
"Understood!"
Koranda's reaction was still swift. She activated her magic again, and the tree at the feet of the robed figure immediately came to life. Just as he was preparing to leap away, branches wrapped around his ankles and slammed him viciously towards the ground.
"Die!"
Before he even hit the ground, a cluster of sharp bamboo shoots sprouted from the earth. In the next instant, the robed figure's body was impaled by the bamboo, dead beyond any doubt.
Koranda's arrival was even faster than Loren had anticipated. Logically, Movila shouldn't have even reached her home yet.
The vigorous movement caused Koranda's still-unhealed wounds to tear open again. She clutched her neck, blood seeping between her fingers, and coughed incessantly.
Loren directly handed Koranda a bottle of magical potion. This whole situation made Loren feel rather guilty, though admittedly, only a little bit guilty.