Hand-to-hand combat was not Brunkel's specialty, but she had slaughtered at least two hundred Heretics in close combat, if not three hundred. The skills she had honed amid piles of corpses were more than enough to deal with scum like this.
Yet in the next instant, the Heretic leader abruptly shoved aside Brunkel's attack, turned, and ran.
Yes, he ran, cleanly and decisively, without so much as looking back.
The three Third Orders following a short distance behind him froze for a moment, then fled after their leader without looking back either.
The relatively scrawny Heretic leader sprinted away, glancing back as he shouted to the mass of flesh still locked in battle with Lu Yuan.
"The Holy Sovereign will remember your contribution! I will report everything that happened here to the Holy Sovereign! Your sacrifice will not be meaningless! The Holy Sovereign will avenge you!"
His voice carried far across the plain, but the figure who had shouted those words had already vanished into the distance.
Lu Yuan glanced at the retreating figures and chose not to pursue them. He felt it was a bit of a shame, but he was in no hurry. He would probably remain in this world for another two or three days, which left him plenty of time to deal with these Heretics at his own pace.
For now, he would slaughter the Fourth Order in front of him first.
Taking advantage of Lu Yuan's momentary distraction, the mass of flesh suddenly expanded outward, engulfing his entire body in an attempt to swallow him whole.
Lu Yuan neither dodged nor retreated. Instead, he moved straight into it. The wider the flesh stretched, the thinner its formerly thick sections became.
Lu Yuan fixed his gaze on a patch of skin whose original location was no