A sharp crack rang out, and the golem's head shattered like brittle pottery. A small crystalline projectile clattered to the floor.
Cattaleya lowered her sling and smirked. "You're welcome, little formation master."
Meng Bai gave her a quick nod of gratitude but didn't pause for long—two more golems were already closing in. He engaged them without hesitation, his movements fast, precise, and without wasted energy. For someone still at the Peak of the Dao Shell Realm, he was fighting far above what should have been possible.
Cattaleya noticed immediately.
As she herself waded into battle, wielding a massive blunt black greatsword that looked more like a siege weapon than something meant for personal combat, she kept an eye on him. With each swing, she crushed through the rocky forms, the impact sending shockwaves through the tunnel walls. She fought like a moving fortress, her strikes heavy but never slow.
