Balmo was spinning like a spinning top, his broadsword turning into a storm of swords. The storm had a radius of more than one meter, but its power was five meters in diameter. The energy ripple that had shot out from the tip of the sword easily sliced apart the thin armor of each guard. Balmo circled among the guards once and killed a bunch.

The guard stopped, his chest burning, his heart racing. All of these were signs that his energy was running out, but he ignored these ...