James was still struggling.
His left arm hung limp, blood dripping from his fingertips. His chest heaved as he gasped for breath, trying to manage the pain.
Taking the full brunt of the Blood Shadow's attack had nearly crippled his left side.
But that wasn't the worst of it.
Draco, his protector, had succumbed to madness, attacking everything in sight.
Even the Demon Cult members were struggling, caught off guard by the Blood Shadow's indiscriminate assault.
If Richard Sterling had remained sane, with his talent and abilities, he could have reached Lord tier within 500 years!
But now, as a Blood Shadow, he had shattered the Guardian Shadow's limitations, breaking through from Chief to Lord tier!
Under normal circumstances, ignoring the minor detail of him being a Blood Shadow, this would be fantastic news.