Up ahead, Shiera was no longer holding back.
Her sword spun in sweeping arcs, carving through 5-Tier and 6-Tier flame skeleton warriors with terrifying precision. Heads rolled and limbs flew in every direction.
Archers in the distance barely had time to nock arrows before she was on them, cutting down three in a single breath.
"Too slow," she hissed, kicking the last archer's remains into the lava.
"Too weak."
She didn't even glance back to check if the others were keeping up and just continued to clear the field. The others behind can only crush the remnants of the skeletons that survived her onslaught.
As they got deeper, the corridor widened eventually, and pools of lava turned into small puddles here and there.
However, from those small puddles, more skeletons emerged, but different this time.
These were slightly bigger than your average man, around six feet tall. But they all carried swords in their hands and wore armor.
