"No matter what you plan to do, I will not yield..." Antova said, preparing to end her own life.
Before Antova could finish, a black-robed figure lunged forward, body transforming into a shadow that swiftly wrapped around Antova’s arm.
However, at that moment, a blade descended from the sky, slicing through the shadow entwining Antova’s arm.
It was just a shadow, but the sound of a sharp weapon piercing flesh was unmistakable.
The shadow transformed back into the black-robed figure, but the figure’s left arm had been cleanly severed and was dripping blood. Thᴇ link to the origɪn of this information rᴇsts ɪn novel⁂fire.net
No one answered the black-robed figure, leaving Antova to open her eyes in confusion.
From high above, a figure enveloped entirely in crimson descended from the sky.
As the figure touched down, the scarlet aura expanded like a pool of blood, instantly filling the entire forest.
"Level Sixteen..." The black-robed figure’s eyes widened.
In front of him appeared a gracefully built woman, who gazed at him indifferently.
Then, a look of incredulous terror spread across the black-robed figure’s eyes, and the light within them faded, as he fell to the ground unconscious.
The woman lifted her head, her face indistinct and unrecognizable.
She glanced at Antova and then looked towards another direction, where more black-robed figures were hastily approaching.
With a wave of her hand, Antova fainted.
Picking up Antova, she headed swiftly towards Little Nuomi’s location.
Meanwhile, behind her, the arriving black-robed figures had a leader with a gloomy expression who surveyed the area: "Apart from the giant sword, does Azanen have other Guardians above level fifteen?"
"Never mind, Fulon will suffice..." The black-robed leader glanced behind, then in the direction the mysterious woman had fled, and waved his hand: "Go!"
The figures immediately vanished from their spots, directly fleeing the scene.
At this moment in the high skies above Great Wall Fortress, four immensely powerful forces were in a standoff.
"Hmph, two legends from subordinate planes, do you think disguising your master will work?"
The Bloodthirsty Iron Bull hovered, glaring at two unfamiliar legends, as dark ominous glimmers emanated from its body.
"His Highness Linke is right, after his visit to the aristocratic council, some clowns are bound to emerge within a year." The Bloodthirsty Iron Bull was beside a giant python, known as the King of Magical Beasts, the Green Water Python.
The two confronting legends across from them remained silent.
"Eh, is that... isn’t that Lady Antova, His Highness Linke’s aunt?" The Bloodthirsty Iron Bull looked into the distance, eyes widening.
The Green Water Python also turned to look.
But just as their attention was diverted, the two unfamiliar legends launched an attack on them.
Simultaneously, a star-rank strong figure appeared.
The star-rank strong figure appeared almost instantly before the mysterious woman racing ahead, injuring her with a single strike.
The mysterious woman, however, was uninterested in battle, forcefully hurling Antova and Little Nuomi towards a direction in the Great Wall Fortress.
Four legends were in a chaotic battle, and a star-rank was watching intently.
Unconscious, Antova and Little Nuomi completed an arc trajectory, landing safely into a pair of bloodied hands.
The owner of those hands gently cradled Antova and Little Nuomi, casting a puzzled glance at the retreating mysterious woman, muttering, "Fulon... Lady Fulon’s aura?"