Chapter 321. The Holy Sword-Twerling

A feeble golden light bathed Myne's body, and in the next second his dizzy eyes fluttered open weakly. The world around him tinged a bloody red as if someone had drained it of all other colours. There was no need for Myne to strain his brain to understand why; Alban's previous attack had smashed his forehead into the ground, causing blood to gush down his face. Even his eyes contributed to the crimson tide, blurring his vision.

Moving his blurry eyeballs, Myne spotted Alban a few meters away, examining the slightly cracked array on the ground with furrowed brows, perhaps calculating the dent in his wallet for repairing it. Then, his eyes darted to the other side, where Velvet lay lifelessly. The ominous black spear that once pierced her back had vanished, leaving a gaping black hole in her heart area. Blood seeped from her body, but what gave Myne a breath of relief was the faint white steam rising from her wounds.