"Close ranks, form up, and protect my lord as we break out!"
Arthur raised his greatsword high, yanked hard on the reins to steady the horse beneath him, then squeezed his legs and charged ahead first.
The remaining fourteen guards clustered around Wu Heng, continuously hacking down the Dark Ones surging in from all sides.
Even when cleaved in two, their bodies would instantly rejoin after falling to the ground. They were completely immortal.
But the soldiers' stamina was limited.
They could not keep swinging their greatswords for long.
Wu Heng caught the brown leather flask tossed over from afar and poured out a little black Marrow Rot. Accompanied by a series of Incantations, the Marrow Rot drifted toward the attacking horde of evil spirits.
Just like when the evil spirits had first attacked the town, they turned into heaps of mud and sand.
They fell where they stood, resembling small graves.
"So powerful. Is this my lord's strength?" Though it was not their first time witnessing it, the soldiers were still utterly stunned by the power Wu Heng displayed.
It had completely surpassed the limits of flesh and blood.
The damage one man dealt to evil spirits was enough to exceed that of a thousand, even ten thousand of them. Was this the power of exorcism potions, the power of Marrow Rot?
Everyone stared fervently at the flask in Wu Heng's hand.
Of course, they did not intend to seize it. Even if it were in their hands, it would not have the same effect.
What they were watching was their hope.
At that moment, everyone silently swore in their hearts that even at the cost of their lives, they would never allow Wu Heng to face even the slightest danger.
His life was worth more than all of