Beneath the cover of the warm fur coat, Lin Chichi felt that she had recovered a little strength.
She turned her head with difficulty and looked ahead.
Beneath that dazzling radiance stood the back of a tall young man.
Raging flames spread from the Knight Sword in his hand to his body, covering his entire figure.
Then the surging firelight rapidly contracted at a visible speed, becoming a thin layer of black phantom.
Like lightweight knight armor, it covered the young man's body and the Holy Heart Sword in his hand.
The flames were so concentrated that they had dyed the entire silver-white blade of the Holy Heart Sword black. No light escaped from it; only the distorted air around it vaguely revealed the heat of the flames.
Lin Chichi stared blankly at the scene. She had never imagined that the Holy Heart Sword possessed such a state.
She had thought she was already close to this sword's true limit, but now it seemed that she had merely taken the first step on a hundred-meter track while holding it.
She had only reached the limit of what she could endure.
Dazzling radiance once again filled the girl's vision, as well as Zenani's vision beneath the overcast sky.
The silver-haired girl calmly watched He Ao approach step by step with the Knight Sword in hand. The corners of her lips lifted slightly. "He Ao? I thought you were going to hide in Mote City like a turtle for the rest of your life."
He Ao did not respond. He simply carried his sword and continued forward slowly.
Sensing his indifferent attitude, Zenani still wore a smile.
"Looks like you're very confident. I like arrogant people like you best. Crushing your confidence and pride is exceptionally entertaining.
"I thought that if you