Although the Greatsword Wielder looked exceptionally burly, the long-handled blade in its hands whistled as it swept through the air. Every slash produced blade aura, covering a wide attack area. In reality, however, it was extremely afraid of being engaged at close range.
Its various abilities made it clear that the Greatsword Wielder was a cavalryman. If it mounted a warhorse, its explosive killing power would definitely be formidable. Unfortunately, it had no chance to mount one—or rather, Su Xiao would never give it time to summon a dead spirit horse.
The moment he kicked the Greatsword Wielder away, Su Xiao lowered his center of gravity. Spiderweb-like cracks appeared across the stone platform beneath his feet.
Boom!
The stone platform shattered, and a black afterimage shot toward the Greatsword Wielder.
Clang.
Before the person arrived, the blade glow came first.
The Greatsword Wielder was just trying to stand when a pale-blue blade glow rushed toward its face. Its battle instincts made it raise the long-handled blade in its hands.
A crisp sound rang out. The Greatsword Wielder, which had yet to steady itself, took the full impact of the blade glow. Its four-meter-tall body slammed against the wall with a bang.
The green light in the Greatsword Wielder's eyes dimmed slightly. It seemed capable of feeling pain, but the sensation was not particularly strong. Thus, it immediately assumed a stance and prepared to meet Su Xiao, who was charging toward it at high speed.
Almost the instant the Greatsword Wielder steadied itself, Su Xiao appeared before it, his long blade descending toward its head.
The Greatsword Wielder said nothing. The language it spoke was neither human speech nor the dead spirit language. Su Xiao only knew human speech and the language of the undead race, so he could not understand