The abyssal dragon, still carrying Fergus, was now running purely on its indomitable will and ferocious spirit.
Fergus dared not look down, dared not caress the abyssal dragon beneath him; he feared that the moment he lowered his head, the surrounding dark fiends would pounce again.
Neither Dirtclaw nor Fergus spoke; the current battle atmosphere and rhythm didn't allow for any distractions.
"Kill!"
Just then, a dark fiend abruptly charged out from the dense forest.
The appearance of this dark fiend momentarily stunned the dark fiends besieging Dirtclaw and Fergus.
In that fleeting moment of stunned silence, Thundar's greatsword had already slashed down upon the dark fiend closest to him.
"Awooo… Bro, our reinforcements are here!!"
When they first saw the dark fiend emerge, despair had flashed in Dirtclaw's and Fergus's eyes.
However, upon seeing Thundar's familiar sword light, the despair in their eyes was banished; hope had dawned.
