O'Neal soon found that he ran out of his crossbow bolts. His eyes rolled back in disbelief. He had several axes available, but they were all shredded into pieces by countless magic forces mid-air. The only weapon he had left was that counterfeit artifact, reluctant as he was to throw it away, his indecisiveness was frustrating him.
The three great ruling clans of the sea bottom were fully transformed into elites now. Besides the ten or so that were taken down by Ruona and Daisy, there had been no other casualties.
