"All of you, die!" Hellsword exploded with power as he wildly assaulted the other four. He knew that if this battle went on for too long other, Elder Gods and Ancestral Immortals in the Windsource Ruins might be drawn to this place.
"I can't hold any longer."
A muscular Elder God who wielded six black staffs let out a low growl. Hellsword's sword-light landed against his body, but only created a few sparks.
"Be careful."
"Retreat."
A blood-robed Elder God who had been fighting Hellsword in close combat suddenly blanched, then hurriedly split his body into two and sent his two clones fleeing in two separate directions.
Slash!
A streak of sword-light fell down upon one of the clones, slaying it.
