Bab 198: Flowing Venom

Salvador was unable to defend himself from every attack, especially as they were constant. Each wave of attack from the Magical Beast army strung his nerves tighter. He knew Yang Ling was out there somewhere, plotting his demise. He sustained no life-threatening injuries from these relentless attacks, but he was in a state of heightened anxiety. 

What do I do?

He looked at the endless swarm of Magical Beasts, at the crafty Horned Bee Beasts retreating after striking at him, and the spiders hot on his heels. Salvador could not formulate a plan. If he continued scrambling around and retreating like that, he might die from blood loss before he even got out of the forest, but staying behind and counterattacking was also perilous. It was not a good choice for an assassin.

Whoosh…