Landing
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Han Yue's arms grew heavier as his heart. Looking at the collapsing ally, his mind turned numb. Slaughter! Slaughter! Slaughter! His arms mechanically brandished the sword with last ounce of strength. Carcasses were on the ground, the blood could be tasted. Sometimes he wondered if he was bleeding or the blood of the fallen Fangwolves tainted his body. His clothing was torn, his arms were feeling disengaging soon.
Three hours had passed at the battleground, the intensity of the wolves' attacks did not seem to be ebbing away however.
Han Yue was feeling their extra hours were merely an exchange of his allies.
It felt hopeless.