Twenty-nine bodies.
Twenty-eight bodies.
Twenty-seven bodies.
...
Shi Xiaole was already missing his left leg, his right shoulder had been shorn off, there were six bloody holes in his abdomen, and his back was covered in countless wounds so deep you could see the bone. That he'd made it this far was already a miracle.
But his expression remained unchanged. His movements had gotten slow now that he'd chosen to focus on defence. He simply stood in place, turning defence into offence and exhaustion into relaxation.
With his unrivaled fighting skills and reflexes, he was able to single-handedly kill another sixteen crystal puppet warriors. However, he had suffered fresh injuries and had nearly collapsed on the ground.
The remnants of his energy allowed him to execute another two slashes at most.
