From the severity of this guy's injuries, he should have died long ago...
To be still swinging a knife at the forefront just a second before Xia Lian returned is something incomprehensible.
Perhaps even the most skilled clergy and pharmacists couldn't explain why a common mercenary, who had just reached the threshold of middle rank, could continue to fight intensely for nearly three minutes after losing a third of his heart...
Xia Lian looked at the fallen orc mercenary, as well as the remains of many more who had sacrificed themselves at this bridgehead before him, murmured something softly, then turned around to face those mutants who had finally disintegrated the Dawn Cross. She cracked her slender, pale knuckles with a snap and whispered, "May the goddess bless you too."
