Chapter 768 - 789: Shattered Limbs
"Humph, humph, humph... You must be new here..." the dying man’s face twisted into a sinister smile, "Do you think death is the end? Welcome to Hell..."
Suddenly, the man released his hand from the wound and lunged to choke Lancelot by the neck, but before his fingers could touch the Human Knight’s skin, several cyan Sword Qi had already punctured several holes in his body—that was the Protective Sword Shield automatically activated. Having advanced to the High Rank of the Foundation Establishment Stage, Lancelot was now able to maintain this Cultivation Technique as long as he had enough True Yuan.
"What’s going on with this guy?" Kalalin asked, somewhat worriedly, "What did he mean by his last words?"
"Do I need to hit him once more, brother?" Little Isa offered proactively, "Just in case he gets up again?"
"No need," Lancelot shook his head, "Let’s go, Uncle Barrend is waiting for us."
After passing through the porch littered with bodies, the group entered a hall where fierce fighting was in progress. No sooner had they emerged from the passage than a Fireball came hurtling towards them. With no time for any other action, Lancelot could only erect a Shield of pure True Yuan in front of him to take the full brunt of this signature plastic energy Spell head-on.
The Fireball exploded with a bang, the powerful blast pushing Lancelot against the wall. However, thanks to his blocking, the erratic fire snakes did not harm any other companions, and Bruto was already holding up his Shield in front of him, his Warhammer swinging fiercely towards a bald Wizard on the second floor of the hall.
Regrettably, there seemed to be some kind of invisible barrier in the air, blocking the Dwarf’s impressively powerful Warhammer. However, when the Warhammer hit the transparent barrier, a strange ripple appeared midair, revealing the outline of the barrier. On both sides of the hall, wide staircases led upwards, and at that moment, dozens of people were fiercely fighting over them. Still, the attackers were clearly suppressed by the relentless bombardment of Spells from the Wizard on the high ground.