At this time, Evelyn was floating in the air with the help of a sword, and five swords spun rapidly behind her, forming a protective barrier against the oncoming bullets.
"She looks really cool like that," Ray thought to himself.
This girl was the quietest among them, but judging by the corpses on the ground, the number of soldiers she had killed was not small—she was like a reaper of death.
Ray took his tomahawk and casually threw it, the weapon spun through the air and sliced straight through a soldier before embedding itself in the ground with a resounding "boom."
"Ray, you're finally here," Grace said, tears filling her eyes, her ice magic also seemed to have improved by a lot.
"Hmm," Ray nodded, then stomped the ground and launched himself into a slaughter, unfazed by the chaos around him.
