Seeing that his Triple Shot had affected White Night and Miss Doll as well, Lynn knew he needed to use this move sparingly in a large-scale melee like this.
But he had to admit that this skill, which he had once kept tucked away, had proved remarkably useful in battle.
It was definitely a sustained hard crowd-control skill!
More importantly, most creatures seemed to have no resistance to this ability.
Whoosh-
This time, Lynn did not linger in combat. After launching his second attack, he seized the opening to pull back immediately, swiftly putting distance between himself and the other three.
"White Night, Miss Doll, I'll leave that guy to you!"
Lynn shouted.
Then he immediately turned, waved sharply at the other Night Doctors in the valley, and roared:
"Retreat!"
Because Lynn knew this was absolutely no time to get bogged down in battle.
They numbered only a few hundred, while the Plague Doctors had come prepared. No one knew how many more weapons designed specifically to kill them the enemy had at their disposal.
Lynn immediately pushed his speed to the limit, leading the nearby Night Doctors in a rapid charge toward the edge of the canyon.
"Trying to run?!"
Having recovered from that punch, Saint looked ferocious, his face and neck flushed as he panted heavily. He suddenly brought his scythe to bear, instantly snapping Miss Doll's threads and forcing White Night back from their clash of blades.
In his hundreds of years, from his days as a Night Doctor to becoming a Plague Doctor, Saint had always controlled the situation. When had anyone ever used such a vile, lewd move against him?
The fury in his heart was practically erupting like a volcano.
Why?!
Because his trousers were already soaked!!
For the first time in his life,