The black-robed cultivator reacted incredibly quickly. Although he had not figured out what had happened to the environment around him or why the Blonde Maiden Knight had suddenly appeared before him, he rapidly adjusted his state and immediately activated a secret technique, attempting to summon his treasured artifact to defend against the enemy.
However, the next second, he was stunned to discover that he could not sense any response from his treasured artifact at all.
All the treasured artifacts on his body had disappeared. Even the flying sword he had been holding just moments ago had somehow turned into a bare wooden club.
The black-robed cultivator stared blankly at the club in his hand. In his daze, he seemed to remember that this was the wooden sword his master had thrown to him for practice when he had first embarked on the path of cultivation.
But the female Knight before him clearly had no intention of giving him time to continue reminiscing.
The sound of footsteps came from nearby. The blonde-haired Knight maiden had already raised the holy sword in her hand, then charged silently at the black-robed cultivator.
Blazing flames surged from the holy sword, radiating power that seemed capable of burning away souls. The black-robed cultivator had no time to think. He could only forcefully inject spiritual power into the club in his hand and meet the enemy who had already reached him.
But in the next second, he felt another wave of disorientation and pain in his mind. His vision seemed to be torn in two in an instant. At the same time, he saw another scene—he was standing deep in the Otherworld, covered in yellow sand, while the Iron Automaton before him, enveloped by the "Immobilizing Mirror," was trembling strangely in midair. She slowly broke free