Barlin was on the verge of losing his mind, even as he could feel his hand trembling as he held on to his sword.

He could smell singed hair and charred skin from the rest of himself, even as he used what Reiki he had left to heal.

Never had he felt this pathetic since he started out as a cultivator!

Glaring at Charlie murderously, he no longer tried to retort and instead focused copious amounts of Reiki into his flying sword and launched it straight at Charlie, with the might that could tear