On another part of the battlefield, where the wind howled and the ground shook, the fight on Lumberling's side raged on.
The spear-wielding Viking still stood firm, facing both Lumberling and Grand Elder Tian without hesitation.
'Spearheart Thrust, Thundering Lunge, Triple Fang.'
Lumberling's three skills flowed together as thunder coursed through his body. His spear gleamed, wrapped in crackling lightning, and with a sharp shout, he lunged forward. Each thrust split into three, striking through the air like bolts of pure light.
Some of his attacks connected, piercing the Viking's shoulder, leg, and side. Yet the man barely flinched. His body felt like solid iron, hardened by countless battles.
"Bastard!" the Viking roared, swinging his spear in a wide, furious arc. The counterattack tore through the air with terrifying force.
