Flow

The massacre had been going on for a while now, and I wasn't winning this one.

The Blue Sun had been taking down these guys like they were nothing, smashing their heads in and their innards with her hammer, spraying blue blood and viscera everywhere. However, the white of her teeth still showed as she was smiling ear to ear.

Our entire group was creating endless havoc inside the bastion, enough that all the Black Rakshasa were ordering the rest of the fiends to back away but they were too terrified and too overwhelmed to even act or react.

The Blue Sun's Cultivators were mighty and strong and would kill anything that moved without holding back anything. And thanks to the sturdiness of the Bastion they could go all out without damaging it in the least.

I was being overtaken, and I wasn't going to allow that.