Timely Cannonade

The space atop the Beacon Tower had transformed into an Asura's slaughterhouse.

Webber leaned on the broken, now even more menacing shaft of his spear, panting heavily. Every breath pulled at the searing pain from multiple wounds across his body.

Warm blood continuously flowed from the split on his temple, blurring the vision of his left eye. Mixed with sweat and gunpowder smoke, it made him look like a vicious ghost crawling from hell.

Tom, Juan, and Erich had already been carried down with injuries, their fates unknown. Now, on this tiny platform, only he remained standing.

Yet his stamina was also approaching its limit.

His arms felt as heavy as if filled with lead, his vision began to darken in waves, and his ears were filled with the roaring rush of blood and the muffled din of the distant battlefield. More Sauron soldiers were frantically climbing upwards along the ladders, like hyenas sniffing out blood.

At that moment, an exceptionally fierce Sauron Decurion, using the cover of his companion, suddenly vaulted up from the edge of the battlement!

His gaze was ferocious, and the gleaming saber in his hand carried a fierce wind as it slashed directly at Webber's head! Webber instinctively raised his spear to parry, but in his state of exhaustion, his movement was half a beat too slow!

Clang!

A piercing, extreme clash of metal! The saber hacked fiercely onto Webber's battered iron helmet, which was already covered in dents and cracks!

The huge impact made Webber's vision go black, blood spurted from his ears and nose, and his entire body staggered backward, almost tumbling down.

Yet that saber actually embedded itself deeply into the crack of the helmet and got stuck!

Both men froze! The Sauron Decurion clearly had not expected this broken helmet to