"Thud!"
"The Eighth Disciple..."
"..."
"Damn it, will this ever end?!"
With another misshapen figure rising from the white glow, its wings adorned with bird feathers, a towering form stooping with a scythe cross in hand, Colin finally couldn't help but curse under his breath.
This guy wasn't only prepared for battle, outnumbering his opponent without any honor in warfare was one thing, but he just kept on summoning reinforcements...
You hear about Disciples summoning the Master, but this was the complete opposite!
Moreover, each of these "Disciples" possessed considerable combat strength...
Just a few exchanges were enough to level the entire area, once a gathering point for disaster victims, into a new expanse of ruins amidst the terrifying aftermath of their clashes.
The thing that troubled Colin the most was the incredible resilience of these "Disciples".
Even direct hits from the Golden Artifact were withstood without much trouble...
