Clara's temper snapped. Scarlet anger flared in her eyes. "Demon-spawn, you court death!"
With a metallic hiss, her long red sword flashed free, its blade igniting a ribbon of searing heat that leapt straight toward the leering elder.
"Clara, be careful!" a fellow swordsman cried from the rear.
Steel rang throughout the squad as every disciple drew swords and formed a tight, hastily arranged battle array.
Both side's numbers were even, yet the enemy boasted a Level Five Heavenly Immortal elder, a nearly equal boar-headed brute, and a pack of Berserk warriors who knew no fear.
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