(Bonus release 25/30, with thanks to Nano Plague Swarm: Luo Yu for the donation.)
Over two hundred, nearly three hundred Third and Fourth Turn Foot-washing Acolytes surrounded Li Qinwu and his two companions from every direction.
Swift Shadow assessed the Foot-washing Acolytes charging at them.
"Now this is the main course. These guys have powerful auras. They're nothing like the weaklings we fought earlier!"
Yellow Sand, the former company commander, offered a more precise assessment.
"The weaker ones-let's call them Second Turn-are about as strong as recruits who have just undergone Astartes augmentation surgery.
The stronger ones, which I'll call Fourth Turn, are about on par with fully armored soldiers-ordinary Astartes."
Li Qinwu shook the blood off his hands and clenched his two massive fists.
"How's your stamina holding up? How much Energy Drink do you have left?"
Yellow Sand said:
"One-third of my reserves, 750 milliliters. Enough to fully replenish my stamina about three times."
Swift Shadow said he had the same.
Li Qinwu glanced at Tank Mountain. Eight peaks made of piled-up tanks stood there.
Seven formidable figures stood atop the seven tallest peaks. They were probably Seventh Turn, and they watched the three men in the Duel Arena with arrogant, defiant gazes.
Li Qinwu pointed at the Seventh Turn figures on the peaks and told his companions:
"We have to hold out until those seven come down. I have a feeling killing them will deal a blow to the Cultists' plan to summon a daemon!"
Yellow Sand glanced at the three hundred-plus Third and Fourth Turn Foot-washing Acolytes charging across the arena, instinctively running the numbers.
"Based on my stamina and our combined kill rate so far, I should use up two servings of Energy Drink. Swift Shadow might need three. His stamina isn't great."
Swift Shadow