Bodies littered the ground, and the air reeked of thick, choking blood. Blackened craters pocked the earth. The dark-faced man was drenched in blood, battling the last Thousand-Leaf Flying Midge.
The Thousand-Leaf Flying Midge seemed to understand that Mota was a spent arrow, and merely kept circling and harrying him. Mota reacted far more slowly than before, panting in great gulps. Only the savagery in his eyes remained unchanged.
The golden Energy Chain had lost its luster, and half of it had already dissipated. Chen Mu silently wondered whether the Energy Card in his Wrist Device was nearly depleted or Mota had exhausted his Perception. Looking again at the beast corpses scattered across the ground, he sucked in a cold breath.
This dark-faced man was terrifyingly formidable! The beasts lying on the ground were no ordinary creatures. Xi Birds, Thousand-Leaf Flying Midges, Snow Ant Bees-every one of them had a fearsome reputation. Chen Mu knew he could not have accomplished the same in the man's place.
Yet although Mota had relied on his overwhelming strength to wipe out almost the entire pack, he had suffered grievous injuries himself. The worst was a wound on his back, deep enough to expose bone, nearly splitting his back in two. Next was his shoulder, a mangled mess of flesh, with blood streaming down his arm. It was a horrifying sight.
He was the only one still standing. All the other Card Adepts had fallen. A trace of grief flashed through Mota's eyes. This time, their entire force was doomed.
He had carried out countless missions, but none had left him in such a wretched state. Mission? He suddenly remembered their mission this time. That mysterious expert! It was as though a bucket of icy water had been poured over Mota's feverish mind.
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