Two figures walked along the labyrinthine corridor on the Negative Fifth Floor. The air soon began to ripple again, and the deep-blue Barrier Magic on the ground was triggered. The Poet of Great Love's illusion appeared somewhere once more, but wherever they looked, he was still nowhere to be seen at the end of the corridor.
The Warden Female Knight's steps were firm, every one filled with a powerhouse's confidence.
There might still be Tier 5 or Tier 6 illusions along the way, but she wasn't afraid in the slightest.
The Poet of Great Love followed behind her, staying nearby like a secretary.
After leaving the Warden's Office near the entrance's Teleportation Hall, the deeper they ventured into the labyrinth, the more complex the Negative Fifth Floor became. Fortunately, Warden Melissa knew this ever-changing place like the back of her hand. With her leading the way, they moved much faster than Lanchi had when he had studied the map alone.
As their footsteps carried them onward, figures would occasionally appear around the corners—illusions of prison guards patrolling this floor. They had nearly lifelike appearances, but their forms were faintly transparent, allowing one to recognize their illusory nature at a glance.
The female knight didn't hesitate in the slightest when she saw the illusions.
She drew the longsword from her waist, its blade gleaming with a cold light under the lamps.
Before the phantom prison guards could attack her, the female knight had already anticipated their every move. Her body moved nimbly through space, and every swing of her sword was utterly precise. As the blade swept past, the illusions dispersed like smoke.
Her movements were fluid and powerful, while every turn and sidestep brimmed with strength and beauty.
Under her sword, the phantom prison guards couldn't get close and were