With the loss of Pang Zi, the group now only had 8 people. But that didn't matter — they had a mission to accomplish, and they would take that to the bitter end.
Tang Zi slowly rose from his friend's corpse, fists clenched tightly. His armor burned brighter than before with raw, scorching fire, and in his eyes was a deadly determination never seen before.
He already lost his friends once. But now, it's happened again. And he wasn't about to just accept that lying down.
"Draco…" Iris murmured hesitantly, having dragged Finn to a safe spot in the chamber to recover.
"Don't worry. I won't charge in like an idiot," Tian Long replied, easing her worries and staring at the Baron with deep hatred in his eyes. "Now… how do we beat this bastard?"