"Kill him!" Fredrinn commanded with a cold look.
As soon as his words fell, Ulric and Bernard lunged at Gregor, brandishing their weapons at the latter with heavy force.
Sensing their power, Gregor narrowed his eyes into slits.
He lifted his saber and used every bit of his efforts to parry their weapons, all while defending himself against the sneak attacks of the soldiers that surrounded him.
Given his current situation, Gregor knew that one mistake would be fatal to him.
In this extremely focused state, he was quickly consuming his Qi.
'This won't do! I will die at this rate!' Gregor couldn't even think of a way to get himself out of the situation.
The enemies bombarded him with all sorts of attacks that he didn't have the time to think.
At this point, he was moving through sheer instincts. His muscles were starting to feel sore and the backlash from the rapid consumption of his Qi was slowly affecting his body.
