Although he had no idea why the Duchess had been frightened, her hysterical outburst still packed quite a punch.
Amid the endless radiance, streams of light blasted the headless armor from every direction, making sounds like hammers pounding on metal.
The headless armor was driven back again and again. Even its seemingly impregnable armor was battered out of shape.
The black fluid inside the armor twisted and struggled under the bombardment, too.
The barrage continued for who knew how long. Only after the headless armor had been pounded into a tangled heap and stopped moving altogether did the Duchess collapse to the ground, gasping for breath.
"Don't just stand there. There might be more!"
Fu Qian's reminder was cold and sharp.
Before the words had even left his mouth, two heavy thuds rang out in succession. Two more shadows jumped down.
I knew it. She'd been screaming so loudly just now. If there were any other monsters around, they'd definitely come running.
One of the two new arrivals was another suit of armor, just like the first, except that it held a round hammer that looked incredibly heavy.
The other wore something like a bishop's robe, but its body had swollen into a lump. With the long staff in its hand, it looked just like a fat monk.
What's more, it was dripping wet from head to toe, with large black patches covering its body.
As soon as the new suit of armor landed, it swung its hammer at the Duchess.
Fortunately, Fu Qian's warning had snapped her to attention in time, and she narrowly dodged the blow.
That strike brought her fully back to her senses. She swept her arms again and again, trapping her opponent in ring after ring of light.
Fu Qian no longer had time to