No one could describe just how terrifying it was to battle a four-armed Naga in the dim light.
As an Upper Race, the Nagas possessed a battle strength beyond common imagination. When all four arms slashed their long knives simultaneously, even the thickest shields were no more than foam.
At this moment, Anthony also encountered an unprecedented obstacle.
The Fearless Holy Sword, with its faint glow, became a terrifying blade of slaughter with its unparalleled sharpness.
But it still wasn't enough.
Even though he was an inheritor of the Heart of Fearlessness and his combat strength seemed invincible when beset by a frenzied siege, the soldiers at his side were not the same.
These warriors, although they were the elite trained by Dawn City, clad in full armor and wielding sharp weapons,
were still reaped like wheat when facing the four-armed Nagas.
The disparity was too great.
