With a twist of his body, Han Yu evaded the snapping jaws and brought the halberd down in a brutal arc, splitting through the beast's skull with a wet crunch.
He barely had time to breathe before a flock of crows dove at him, their feathers glinting like sharpened blades. With a surge of qi, he clenched his fist, sparks of spirit qi dancing across his knuckles.
"Bolt God Fist!"
He punched forward, energy bursting outward and shredding a dozen of the crows mid-air. Their crushed bodies plummeted into the swamp water, sputtering from their venom mixing in the water as they sank.
Nearby, disciples screamed as smaller beasts lunged at them from beneath the mire. Elders rushed to their aid, blades flashing, but even then, the tide pressed harder and harder.
And then, Han Yu saw it.
