The clash of metal rang out as frost and fire scattered everywhere.
In the dim space, the Sin Seeker and the Mad Swordsman collided and instantly fell into a fierce fight.
What was surprising was that the swordsman, Yun, seemed to be holding his own completely—in fact, he appeared to have the Sin Seeker on the defensive.
The knight, a Sin Killer, was soon struck repeatedly by the Sin Fire burning along the blade, leaving the sturdy armor covered in scars.
Even so, the Sin Seeker continued to slash, thrust, and hack with precise, methodical strokes.
Each blow carried tremendous force, and he fought without fear of death.
Yun was just as crazed, barely giving ground as he met every strike head-on.
Even from a distance, the razor-sharp sword energy could still be felt.
"Now's our chance. Move!"
Elina's face paled as she watched the scene. She turned to Fu Qian and Cross.
"Why not take advantage of the chaos?"
Fu Qian pointed toward the battle and snorted.
"When dealing with evil fiends, there's no need to bother with Jianghu honor. Let's all pile in together!"
After he finished his little speech about exorcising demons, not only did Elina give him a look that said, Are you messing with me?—Cross was left completely baffled too.
"There's no point. We have more important things to do, and the Sin Seeker won't last much longer!"
Elina was the first to recover. She hurriedly tried to persuade Fu Qian, then rushed ahead.
Cross followed without hesitation.
Fu Qian was the only one left. He shook his head and lamented the decline of the world and the rise of evil, then brought up the rear.
The three of them hurried in the direction the Sin Seeker had come from.
They came across scattered