Fell's eyes opened widely, the area north of New Casablanca seemed to have been ravaged by a raging storm. He exerted some strength in his legs, and left the back of the towering creature with a light tap of his feet on the rough skin.
The direction of his jump was directed at the kneeling red-haired man, and before long, he landed on the ground before speeding toward his injured comrade.
The moment he entered the area—ten meter—around Akainmhar, the latter swiftly urged Fell to ignore him. His emaciated face turned weakly toward the young cultivator, causing him to perceive the extent of his energy expenditure.
"I need to end him before he somehow manages to reconstruct himself…", mumbled Fell as he didn't stop for another second.
His legs began taking him to the place where Thol'Yr's body had landed. His surroundings turned into lines as he sped through the army of creatures that seemed at lost as to what had happened around them.
