"Zoey, quickly! Kill him!"

White Horse, Weston, and the others continued to urge Zoey.

However, Zoey was befuddled. Her hands were constantly shaking; she could not even grip the sword tightly in her grasp.

Thud!

Darryl's body weakened, and he fell to the ground. He could feel that his breath was extremely weak.

Darryl felt his life drain from his body as the sword stabbed into his heart. It was only his strong willpower that kept him conscious.

"Everyone!"

White Horse looked aro