Part 2, Chapter 85 ‘Yacha’—it was a storm worthy of that ferocious name. Blades stabbing from every side. Choi Dawit’s clothes were torn away. In the rain, blood of a vivid color sprayed as the crouching beast swept her leg. The instant the enemies, struck low, lost their balance, the veins on her wrist stood taut. The sword she swung...
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