Luo Yan turned his head and saw a figure sprinting toward him at incredible speed.
It was that pale-faced man with strange black spots covering his body—Mach.
Mach was sprinting at full speed, his expression slightly ferocious. The corners of his mouth curled upward, revealing rows of ghastly white teeth.
He was incredibly fast. In an instant, he reached Luo Yan and reached out, his five fingers curling like hooks as he grabbed for Luo Yan's collar.
"You won't get away!"
"I recognize you!"
"You're the 'guest' in Baron Gall's carriage!"
"Looks like Baron Gall has colluded with outsiders. No, the entire Aristocratic Faction is suspect!"
"Once I capture you, I can nail the Aristocratic Faction!"
Mach shouted wildly, as if Luo Yan were already the meal on his plate and had no chance of escape!
Just then.
A wave of heat rushed toward him.
Crimson flames surged upward and condensed into a longsword.
The sword radiated firelight and intense heat. It swept past Mach's index finger, sliced into his palm, continued forward, cleaved through his arm, and headed straight for his face.
The vivid, dazzling light was about to tear through his field of vision when Mach suddenly felt the back of his collar tighten. Then Luo Yan and the crimson longsword in his hand rapidly retreated.
A moment later, after what felt like soaring through the clouds and mist, Mach realized that he had crashed onto the cold, damp ground.
Only then did he realize that someone had saved him—but there was no one else at the scene.
A subtle change came over Luo Yan's eyes.
Just now, he had condensed Heavenly Fire into a longsword, intending to cleave Mach—who had delivered himself to his door—in two.
Unexpectedly, Mach had suddenly flown backward on his own, as if