The burly man's expression morphed from pain to the thrill of opportunity, and he surged forward again, fists raised, ready to unleash a barrage of strikes. Hai Yang could barely stand, her vision swimming as she struggled to focus on her adversaries. But the sword master's determination was unwavering. He stepped in beside the burly man, ready to capitalize on their adversary's weakness.
As they closed in, Hai Yang fought against impending despair. Drawing upon her indomitable spirit, she summoned her remaining strength. She rose slowly, her iridescence flickering like a candle in the wind, as venom still coursed through the men from her previous attacks. However, they were relentless, fueled by their fury and ambition.
