Chapter 310
Gorgana didn't speak; she almost screamed. Her petite body was like a death god as she floated through the air. When she was done, swords darted forward, wanting to pierce Mel's body. Within seconds, Mel realized that he could not escape, the mud could not contain him, but the Dark Energy would slow his movements, and the Heir chose to meet this attack where it was.
His choice might be right or wrong, but he would never know because a dark green storm rising from the valley came between them and swung swords into the sky. The technique, magnificent enough to single-handedly slay a small unit, was doomed to scatter in the face of the fierce wind.
Mel knew the owner of the perpetual wind, like waves crashing on the beach, but he hadn't expected that Gorgana would see that person too. The woman sheathed her sword and cried out last, accompanied by tears, turning towards the valley.
"Enough, why don't you die?"