Chapter 287 – The Last Stand
Meanwhile, back on the Cursed Island...
Han was on his knees.
Blood poured from his mouth, hot and bitter, burning down his throat. The pain from this form was beyond anything he had ever felt... his health bar was nearly empty, his body on the edge of collapse. Every heartbeat was a stab of agony, and yet he refused to fall.
If he had to describe it, it was worse than dying.
But even through that abnormal, heart-wrenching torment, Han forced his broken body to move. He was the only one left among the ten who could still fight. If he blacked out now, then everyone else... the entire strike team was done for. Their deaths would be brutal, meaningless.
He couldn't allow that.
He wouldn't allow that.
With raw willpower, Han forced his blurred vision to clear. The world steadied just long enough for him to face the Dark Emissary once more.
Lightning crackled. Flames roared.