"Who..."
Luna spun around in shock, eyes scanning wildly. No one was there.
No cultivator.
No shadow.
Nothing.
Her heart pounded violently.
Someone had attacked her.
Just as she steadied herself and prepared to rejoin the battle—
Pain struck again.
"AH!"
Luna screamed in fury and fear. "Who is it? Who's attacking me with such cowardly tactics? Come out..."
There was no reply.
Only silence met her roar.
Zora glanced at her indifferently, instantly understanding that it was the work of her furballs.
This was her opening.
Without any hesitation, Zora's entire aura erupted as she shifted her focus completely to the Gale Wolf.
Her sword spun in her hand, her mana surging violently through her meridians.
Prince Philip's pupils shrank.
She was abandoning defense.
She was going head-on. It was akin to a suicide.
"Is she insane?" Prince Philip thought in horror.
