Strike Of Love

The raindrops were coming down heavily, and it was filling the battlefield in front of the town of Flendon. The hard ground was becoming muddy, making everything more exhausting for those fighting.

Lifting one's feet and even just dragging one's body became harder. They had been constantly fighting, and the added weight to their clothes was just making it harder.

At least, this was the case for those that weren't typically Pagna warriors.

The guards that had fought with the Crimson Crane last time had some form of Qi inside them, but they were still amateurs compared to those they were going against.

Dealing with the rain was quite easy for them, but for the guards and the town's people, they were finding it difficult.

One man swung his sword, his body weight causing him to lunge forward, and then he slipped on the ground, landing in the mud.