Old Seven calmly observed as Fu Hao engaged the ten humanoid beings.
Her movements were devoid of any fanfare and extra movements. She had encapsulated the essence of the Combat Art, sublimating it into her every move.
With every step her killing intent would increase and pressurize the opponent. Despite this, the dark matter beams kept on targeting her. At this rate she would not be able to bear for much longer.
'I can't keep this going on for a long time.'
Fu Hao's thoughts were rather calm, she could sense the reserves of Vital Force in her channels was rapidly depleting. From the corner of her eyes she could observe the figure of Old Seven, his attention was totally on the Council members and the huge tablet.
'Marshal believes in me, I cannot stop here.'
