"You... you can't hurt me like this."
After being chased and beaten for two full minutes, perhaps because Benjamin had exhausted too much stamina, Grant finally found a chance to catch his breath. He hurriedly accelerated backward, widening the distance, and glared at Benjamin from afar. "You... you can't hurt me like this," he said, his tone still carrying lingering fear.
—Though he had not suffered any actual injury, the dozen or so Holy Light runes that had originally circled him had dwindled to only three. The protective halo flickered weakly, as though it had short-circuited, clearly having suffered badly under Benjamin's barrage of wild punches.
Benjamin, however, did not immediately pursue him.
He stopped in midair, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and drew deep breaths to recover his strength. That attack had indeed placed quite a burden on him. Though his entire body was covered in icy armor and his fists were wrapped in immense amounts of water elements, whenever he truly struck the halo, it felt as if he were punching a steel plate—absurdly hard.
By now, both his hands had begun to redden.
If not for that, with the battle going so well, he would never have stopped attacking.
Taking advantage of this moment for both sides to catch their breath, Benjamin cast another glance at the battlefield below.
Large numbers of Kingdom Army soldiers had already climbed the city walls and fallen into chaotic combat with the Black Nightmare Army atop them. Dense masses of corpses tumbled from the walls, piling up around the city gate. For now, the situation remained deadlocked. They had barely managed to hold the northern gate, but it went without saying that, given enough time, the Kingdom Army would inevitably seize it and charge into the city.
Elsewhere, the battle