"Hooo..."
Wang Defa let out a long breath, the earthy-yellow Gang Qi around him slowly receding.
He wiped the sweat from his face, glanced at the puddle of pus on the ground, and cursed with a grimace.
"This damn thing was tough as hell. My Earth-Splitting Wave could barely hold it for a second."
Only then did everyone else snap out of their daze.
"Brother Meng, are you okay?"
Han Feng walked over and patted Wang Meng on the shoulder.
"I'm fine... just a little weak in the knees."
Wang Meng gave a dry laugh and plopped down on the ground.
"Commander, thanks."
Wang Defa waved his hand dismissively and sheathed the saber on his back.
He turned, his gaze sweeping over every member of the Sharp Sword Squad before finally resting on Han Feng and Zhang Hao.
"We have you to thank for tonight."
The gruff man's tone was uncharacteristically serious.
