Shadow Slave novel Chapter 2696

‘What the hell? Why is it raining?’

A heavy downpour was descending on the ruins of the Eternal City. The drops of water seemed to move slowly as Jet staggered back, barely keeping her balance. Her face was smeared with blood, and her body was broken — and yet, she was still full of fight. Now that the Mist Blade had assumed the form of a khopesh, she did not have the advantage of reach anymore. The Cursed Wanderer was still avoiding letting their blades cross, which held him back, but he had managed to land far more attacks with his fists and feet now... as well as his elbows, knees, shoulders, and forehead.

The bastard really knew his hand-to-hand combat. It was as if he had spent thousands of years doing nothing but participating in fistfights.

"How come?’

Groaning quietly, Jet turned her torso to avoid the ghostly cutlass and counterattacked, trying to sink her sword into the ethereal body of the great wraith. The rain made it harder to see.

In front of her, the Flesh of Kanakht had already reached the Palace Lake and stepped into it. The water barely reached its knees, and the enormous monstrosity waded through it, painting the lake red. Now that it was not slowed down by the Crushing anymore, it was advancing faster. Around Jet, the Shadow Legion was being pushed back by the endless tide of wraiths. Worse than that, the army of silent shadows was also shrinking — there were barely half of them left, by now.

Behind Jet, meanwhile...

Was she imagining things, or were the walls of the Palace faintly bending inward? ‘What did he do?’

She could not be sure, but was pretty much convinced that the Lord of Shadows had done something insane.

Not that it mattered to her, at the moment. All that mattered was defeating the Soul of Kanakht and its master.

Jet forced out a smile as she dove under the whistling cutlass and tried to strike it with the Mist Blade from below. The Cursed Wanderer pulled his sword back with impossible speed, easily avoiding her trap, and slammed his palm into her abdomen. “Argh...”

This time, something vital ruptured inside of her.

A torrent of blood flowed from her mouth, and Jet staggered back once again.

"Can you... can you give me a moment?"

She grinned through the pain.

The sinister apparition did not wait until she recovered, naturally. He moved forward, intending to use her wounded state and finish her off...

If one thought about it, getting beaten that badly but somehow failing to die was quite an achievement.

Then again, she had been dead this whole time.

The Cursed Wanderer was making a mistake if he thought he could cut her down that easily, though.

He must have made a judgment about the power of his enemies based on what the silent shadows and the champions of the Shadow Legion could do... but Jet was neither.

Jet was a proud subject of the Human Domain.

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