The power of that slash burst out completely, and Owen Bertram, who was hundreds of feet away, was also affected.
"Ah—"
Prescott spat out a mouthful of blood, his head dizzy. He subconsciously wiped the blood from his nose with his sleeve but then realized he was still holding two people in his hands.
He ran while checking on the two who had fainted, but fortunately, they were still breathing.
However, Owen Bertram slowly stopped as the radiance of that slash faded away. In front of him, about a dozen feet away, a figure fluttered down.
Adair Barton!
Owen Bertram released his grip, and David and Vanessa Thoughts of Shadow fell to the ground.
Adair Barton's condition was terrible, a huge wound extended from his left shoulder to his right rib, nearly cutting him in half!
He had already sealed the wound with his skills, but bursts of blade energy still erupted from it, splattering blood with every eruption.
