So...
"Boom!"
Ye Mingqiu suddenly stomped down on the ground, his body shooting out like a bolt, the Blood Spear tearing through space as it cleaved down.
"Clang!"
A crisp clash of weapons rang out; the long blade glowing with cyan Light collided with the Blood Spear, a chain of clanging sounds echoing nonstop, while distant "bang"s from a sniper rifle sounded from time to time, and those Executors and Stewards fell one after another.
'So it really is like this?!'
The Cyan Ghost couldn't help but growl inwardly. Everything happening right now was completely within his expectations; the opponent's all-out assault was only natural.
Now, what he had to do was... stall!
Drag it out as much as possible! Hold him here!
....
Time slipped by second after second, Executors and Stewards kept dying, the men brought by the Cyan Ghost were gradually wiped out, and as their captain, he was now being suppressed head-on by Ye Mingqiu.
'Almost there, they're about to arrive.'
