Shadow Slave

Chapter 348

Sunny lay on the ground, gulping air like a dying fish. It felt as though he was drowning.

His body was a map of pain. He couldn't even remember how many injuries he had received… there was the gash in his side left by Caster's jian, the gruesome wound that almost severed his clavicle, the long cut across his ribs… and many smaller ones.

But he was still alive.

He was still able to fight.

He was still not willing to give up.

…All around him, the Crimson Spire was trembling and groaning, slowly starting to collapse.

Gritting his teeth, Sunny tiredly pushed himself off the ground. His body protested, but he forced it into silence and slowly rose to his feet. The blade of the Midnight Shard scraped against the stones as he pulled it up.

Nephis was doing the same.

The young woman stood up and staggered, then regained her balance and grew still. Her posture was slumped, with one hand pressed tightly against the deep wound on her abdomen.

Changing Star looked weak and beaten, her fearsome presence diminished. Her face was pale, bloodied, and grim, contorted by a grimace of suffering.

…Only her eyes, which burned with dimming white flames, were still the same — striking, cold, and full of unshakable resolve.

Both of them were washed in the ethereal light of the Gateway.

Looking at Neph through that light, Sunny slowly inhaled and said in a hoarse voice:

"...Let's finish this."

at him for a few moments, then

painted

Nephis raised her sword and dashed forward, sending

their swords whistling through the air like hungry fiends. The clangor of steel drowned the

Nephis were gruesomely wounded, but neither allowed their agony and pain to make them weaker. Instead, they fought with ruthless

Star was bleeding heavily, the Blood Blossom hanging on Sunny's neck entered a state of frenzy. At times, it

had never been as powerful

it was not

too much for him to handle. She was still

a monster

demon of silver steel wreathed in pale

return was twice as terrible. His left arm was slowly growing numb, weakening his grip on the hilt

too,

I can't

had to think of something. Something devious and smart, something

Sunny's bag of

he couldn't imagine anything

knew him too well. Better than anyone in the entire

Two worlds, even…

victory if everything continued as it had. He was already just one

did the one thing he

desperate gamble with little

he forced his perception to shift… and started weaving the strange,

allowed his mind to become formless and shapeless, and then aimed it at Changing Star, trying to mimic her incredible battle art to the

as a weapon to

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