Eunuch Lin's face was a ghastly pale white. Blood flowed from his body, yet it could not conceal the dense collection of sword wounds upon it. He presented an abnormally mournful and wretched figure.
He no longer had any of the lofty bearing from when he was standing outside the Orthodox Academy. He looked like an old beggar, his sight evoking pity in onlookers.
"Just what's going on here?"
His voice fiercely shook, his eyes filled with a disbelieving shock, and then they became somewhat blank.
Even now, he still did not understand what had happened when this battle had begun, why that black stone had possessed such a terrifying weight. Perhaps it was from the Divine Staff? But what truly shocked him, what he found impossible to accept, was that after Chen Changsheng had released the swords, he had not been able to find a single chance to counterattack.
