"Bang! Bang! Bang..." Three dull lashes made everyone's hearts tremble.
A black figure was sent flying straight away, smashing into the ceiling of the passage before crashing back to the ground.
"Pfft!" Kust spat out a mouthful of blood. A bloody welt as thick as an arm ran across his chest from left to right, and the gleaming leather armor on his body had visibly dimmed.
"Lord Kust, are you all right..." Two warriors immediately rushed over. Neither of them was in good condition. One had lost his entire right arm; although the wound had been treated, blood still seeped from it. The other had no patch of intact flesh left on his body, as if he had been whipped thousands of times. His skin and flesh were split open, and he had only survived until now by enduring it with his formidable strength.
Kust gritted his teeth without speaking. He looked behind him. A hundred meters away, ten people lay within a defensive aura while one person worked frantically over them. Seven were barely clinging to life, while the other three convulsed nonstop... The busy figure was naturally Ye Ya of the Zerg. The Healing Aphids he carried had already been used up, and healing these people had consumed a great deal of his energy, leaving his face pale.
Kust wanted Ye Ya to give him a simple treatment. The bones in his chest had already broken into several pieces, and he no longer had the strength to continue fighting even if he wanted to. But when the words reached his lips, Kust swallowed them back down. The ten people lying on the ground had already lost nine-tenths of their lives, relying entirely on Ye Ya's constant treatment to keep the god of death from taking them away. If