Marrow Weaver ran up the wall. Her fists were clenched as she saw their forces continuously get pushed back by the Poison Demon Cult forces. What was this disparity? They didn't lack the intelligence regarding the strengths and weaknesses of each branch of the cult. And yet, none of it seemed to be working.
The Bone Ash Syndicate's forces faltered under the relentless assault, their ash-forged runes flickering like dying embers against the tide of venom, silk and wasp stingers.
Marrow Weaver's gauntlets pulsed with necrotic energy, her sharp eyes darting across the battlefield. She wanted to go down there. To take down some key figures. However, her instinct told her it would be a horrible idea. She may have the strength equivalent to a Core Formation Stage cultivator but there were two Venom Masters there that should have similar strength. Especially Xun.
