The King Who Refused to Die

Both sides vanished from where they stood at the same time.

Clang, clatter, clang--

The battlefield was instantly filled with frost shards and flashing blades.

While Mu Yang drew the Captain away.

Everyone gradually woke from that mournful cry.

However, one person was the exception—Olorun.

He still had his shoulders slumped and his head lowered.

It was as though he had lost consciousness, yet he remained standing where he was.

At the same time, the elite attendants who had been lying in ambush on both sides launched a surprise attack on Ying, Marivka, and the others.

The battlefield descended into chaos.

Ying summoned a Hydro mimetic dragon, which sent Xianling's opponent flying with a single slap and cleared a path for her.

Xianling went full throttle and charged toward the operating device.

Just then, Olorun moved.

He was incomparably fast, flickering along Xianling's route as he launched ambush attacks.

"Wait, he's too fast!"

"Is this really Olorun? How could someone from the Smoke Riddle Master be so proficient in hand-to-hand combat?"

Xianling was not very familiar with Olorun.

But according to the information Ying had provided.

Olorun of the Smoke Riddle Master was basically a miniature version of Sitrali.

Such powerful close-combat techniques had not been part of the plan!

Xianling dodged with the help of her rollers and finally arrived before the device.

She had only an instant to make her decision.

Either defend herself and lose her chance to attack.

Or endure Olorun's suicidal attack head-on and use every last bit of strength to kick the device.

Without hesitation, Xianling poured her power into her rollers and prepared to strike with all her might.

'Olorun's' fist arrived at the same time...

"Xianling!"

"Enough!"

After delivering her kick, Xianling closed her eyes and prepared to take the blow.

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