Holy Light Storm

"Indeed, by sacrificing my own life, they can claim my territory and my warriors..."

As the thought emerged, a roar of a tiger suddenly echoed from behind.

"Die!"

A cold light flashed, and a green head with half a nose soared high.

"Tsk, tsk, didn't expect that, even with such severe injuries, you can still rise and kill..."

The remaining four goblin chieftains sneered, drawing their weapons.

Unexpectedly, the cat-and-mouse game had brought them such a windfall. However, the old man seemed dissatisfied with their actions, so this game could only end here.

"Rest assured, I will give you a worthy end," one goblin chieftain, wielding a long spear, thrust towards Iron Axe's chest.

"Captain, dodge!"

Sis Bun shouted, throwing five fire eggs with both hands, then spat blood and fainted.

However, her magic attack was easily blocked by another chieftain wielding a shield. Though wooden, the shield seemed impervious to the flames, extinguishing them with a swing.

"Why so hasty? Your turn is next, hehehe!"

The chieftain with a shield sneered and drew a knife, aiming it at Iron Axe. However, Iron Axe, regardless of the danger, roared and charged into its embrace, thrusting two long knives into its abdomen.

"You!"

It couldn't understand how it had died at the hands of a mere novice adventurer.

With bloodshot eyes, Iron Axe pulled out the embedded machete from his back, the scraping sound against bones making everyone cringe.

"What kind of creature is this!"

The faces of the remaining three chieftains changed. To lose one was acceptable, but two chieftains dying was too eerie.

Holding a spear, one chieftain leaped and stabbed at Iron Axe's abdomen. Another chieftain, wielding a large club, struck at Iron Axe's head. The last chieftain, armed with a bow and arrow, aimed at his heart.

"Die, human!"

"Moon Sword Slash!"

Two shouts almost simultaneously,

As the cold light flashed, the chieftain with the club looked in horror at its own chest, where a shiny sword was embedded. The one holding the sword was an unexpected fair-faced human!

"Are you alright?"

Night Three More supported Iron Axe, questioning him.

He had only managed to deal with the chieftain posing the most threat to Iron Axe. As for the bow and spear, he had no way to deal with them.

"I'm... I'm fine!"

Iron Axe cut off the spear stuck in his abdomen and broke the arrow lodged near his heart. If it were an inch closer, even with his extraordinary resistance to death, he would still have met his end.

"That's good, but there are two more." Night Three More frowned.

Although he and Iron Axe had disposed of three chieftains, it was only possible due to their opponents' underestimation and his surprise attack. Now, with two chieftains remaining, one disarmed, the other was not an easy task.

"Should I take one, and you take one?" Iron Axe gasped for breath and asked.

Night Three More shook his head, suddenly tapped his chest, and an old man popped out.

"One for him, one for me."

The ejected figure was the retired Sword Saint, Lao Gu. This surprised the two remaining chieftains and the goblin elder.

What kind of sorcery was this?

Carrying an old man with him?

"Hurry, kill them!" The goblin elder knocked his cane, suddenly shouted loudly.

The two chieftains exchanged glances, nodded, and the one with the spear picked up a machete, staying alert. The one with the bow, however, aimed two arrows at Lao Gu.

The fair-faced human moved strangely. It wasn't certain of a hit, but an old man...

But the arrows intended for Lao Gu suddenly pierced the air, sprinkling a faint green powder when they landed.

"Gone?"

The archer goblin chieftain panicked, immediately reaching for an odd arrow and shooting it toward the sky.

However, no matter how hard it tried, the old man suddenly disappeared like a ghost. This made the goblin archer's face pale with sweat. Though his goblin warriors were approaching, it couldn't help but feel uneasy.

"Chase the Wind...Thirteen Swords!"

A clear shout, but the sound was like an explosion in the ear. The goblin archer turned in horror, only to see thirteen points of white light stabbing towards its eyes.

Bang, bang, bang...

With a popping sound, before the thirteen swords were finished, the chieftain's head had exploded like a watermelon. The last chieftain finally noticed the abnormality behind him, his face turning iron blue.

"Chase the Wind Thirteen Swords!"

Another shout, but this time it was Night Three More's attack. Although he could only execute three swords at most, for a terrified goblin like the remaining chieftain, it was more than enough.

Pop, pop, pop, three swords stabbed through the throat of the last goblin chieftain. As it knelt down, grasping its throat, Night Three More sighed. It seemed that Iron Axe and the others were doomed.

However, at this moment, a huge silver light suddenly came from a distance, like a violent storm. The goblins were lifted into the air one by one, and the silver light was about to envelop them. Night Three More's face turned pale.

"Holy Light Storm?! Can't escape death, now it's my turn!"