Sacrifice

However, as several figures walked in, Reiz and the others, who were still fighting, did not notice them in the slightest.

It was as if there was no one at the doorway.

The people who entered afterward stood in the shadows by the doorway, as if they had completely blended into them.

Watching the battle before them, they remained motionless for more than twenty seconds before slowly moving around the perimeter.

There were seven of them in total.

Five of them moved toward both sides, preparing to head upward.

Two of them, however, stayed behind.

They moved forward lightly, their black robes seemingly shrouded in a layer of eerie radiance.

At the same time, they silently drew long blades from their waists.

They slowly moved forward and quietly joined the battle.

As for the other five, they had already disappeared into the first-floor hall and were heading toward the higher levels.

Reiz and the other three were already immersed in battle. The Black Gold Steel Rods in their hands constantly clashed with the enemies' blades, sending sparks flying.

At the same time, huge wounds deep enough to expose bone would occasionally appear on their bodies, stimulating their minds.

Their Mental Power was completely focused as they tried to kill their enemies as quickly as possible.

As the surrounding temperature rose, the enemies' attacks also grew increasingly feeble.

Just as Reiz's powerful swing was about to strike one of the black-robed figures,

a blade flash suddenly streaked past him like lightning, slicing directly through the base of Reiz's arm.

Clang!

A Black Gold Steel Rod, along with the arm holding it, fell to the ground.

Reiz had lost an arm, and he quickly retreated as dozens of sharp blade flashes swept across the space in front of him.

If he had