Just then, a carriage amidst the rubble shifted, suddenly soaring into the air and crashing violently against the giant ape's face, splintering into fragments and sending wood chips flying.
Clearly, something beneath had propelled the carriage, stunning the giant ape with the impact.
With the carriage flung aside, Owen peered closer and spotted a thin barrier of light enveloping a few people at the core of the debris.
They weren't dead, which was a relief.
It seemed the Cloud Domain's generals weren't entirely incompetent, having prepared contingencies.
This was convenient; leading troops wasn't his forte.
Had Bunyon been killed, Owen would have found himself in a difficult predicament.
So, he bellowed, "Focus on combating Easthaven Realm's cavalry. Leave the demon ape to me!"
Joy flickered in Bunyon's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by concern.
The demon ape looked formidable; could the saint truly prevail?
