Colin didn't stop moving, casting one Magic spell after another.
Flames flared into existence time and again, striking his opponent.
Although the Carrion Insect shrieked continuously, its forward momentum didn't lessen in the slightest, like a slowly approaching grinder.
From behind him came the continuous sound of tentacles lashing against a Shield.
As he chanted the Spell, flames flickered incessantly before his eyes.
At the same time, Colin's mind was also racing, and he was now thinking about only one question—'What should I do?'
He didn't know how long the old Guard behind him could hold out.
Although he was indeed experienced, he was no longer young, and high-intensity physical combat was definitely not his forte.
Watching the Carrion Insect draw ever closer, Colin could only feel despair.
The key was that the Guard had a Shield, while he had nothing but a sword.
If he was struck by one of these Carrion Insects, he would likely be paralyzed and left to their mercy.
