Tan Long finally straightened himself. Fueled by the hot blood rushing to his head, he instinctively followed despite how terrible his body felt, stumbling forward through the lava passage. He could not see the target at all, and his mind was a muddle.
Why had they suddenly started chasing someone?
Half walking, half swimming, he had gone only a few dozen meters before the blood rushing to his head began to recede. He felt like he was about to die—and die with all his internal organs squeezed out of him.
Then someone supported him. It was Lady Hai Ling. Her armored shell had also been completely crushed inward, leaving her in a sorry state, but the strength she transmitted was steady, easing much of the agony in his muscles, bones, and organs.
At that moment, he heard Xin Rui ask over the communication channel, "Where's the enemy?"
That was exactly Tan Long's question. What he really wanted to ask was: Where was that rule-breaking suspected priest?
"Just charge forward," Tai Yu replied with a low laugh. "That Great Light Inscription was remarkably effective. Both Big Melt and Small Melt are berserk now. Since it backfired on him, don't give him a chance to catch his breath."
Tai Yu's assessment was correct. The entire area was trembling slightly. The two Giant Macrophages, nearly two hundred meters long combined, were struggling in agony. The Great Light Inscription had inflicted astonishing damage; if there had been a follow-up, it truly could have wiped out their eight-man team in one wave.
Yet the lone enemy had charged in alone and been blasted by two Hidden Thunders laid in ambush beforehand. He could only retreat in resentment.
The worst thing in the world, besides failure, was giving up halfway.
The severely wounded yet still-living Giant