Fighting three opponents at once was hellishly difficult for Master Dao. Forget holding out until dawn; at this rate, he didn't think he could last three minutes.
It might have seemed like they'd only added one fresh fighter, but the difficulty had increased severalfold.
He Jin's heavy hammer relied on no fancy tricks, but every blow hit harder than the last. No matter where it struck, it could smash a huge crater into him. This was no joke.
He had to block He Jin's hammer, but could he really ignore the sharp claws and fangs of the two demon monsters? Obviously not.
Whenever those claws and fangs came at him, they'd rake deep furrows into his body like a toothed harrow digging into the earth.
One or two strikes might not be fatal, but once he was wounded, it wouldn't stop at one or two hits.
The three-pronged assault made every second an ordeal for Master Dao. He swung his long saber frantically, doing his best to block every attack.
It was an undeniably miserable position. His body was incredibly powerful after transforming, so why couldn't he rely on that strength against these attacks? His body was as hard as steel, so why couldn't he simply ignore his opponents' blows?
Only now did Master Dao understand just how terrifying his opponents were.
He knew he couldn't last ten minutes at this rate. Every blow in such a relentless assault was a grueling test, and any one of them could leave him badly wounded and sprawled on the ground.
Master Dao also had less combat experience than He Jin. In such a dire predicament, he naturally couldn't keep his composure as well.
One moment of distraction was all it took for one of the demon monsters to graze his back. It