Although Lin Yun's voice was loud, it was not loud enough to carry across the several-hundred-meter distance between them, especially while they were in the middle of a fierce battle.
By now, only about a third of the Arabians remained.
The young lady had cut down a huge number of them, and then Gazi had felled another large group, leaving only a handful.
So, just as Tachi Bro felt ready.
"Shifting Shuttle." A hazy light resembling moonlight rose from Tachi Bro's body. Then his figure flashed, and he appeared directly in another place.
"He's been spotted. Prepare to intercept." One person who looked like an Arabian but was completely different from the others suddenly shouted. He had originally planned to retreat after watching an "old acquaintance" slaughter his way through the battlefield. His armor looked as if it had been assembled from gilded—or perhaps entirely golden—scales.
At that moment, although Tachi Bro had done his best to conceal his line of sight, that brief glimpse still allowed the man, who was evidently the leader of this assassination squad, to discover him.
Standing beside him were four extremely muscular men who barely bothered to dress properly. Most strangely, they wore strips of material draped over their bodies like feathered garments. Were they trying to look like Vajra monks?
Almost at the same time, Tachi Bro appeared like a phantom before this man who called himself an assassin but looked more like a noble prince.
"Persian Prince?" Tachi Bro almost blurted out the name instinctively.
After all, he had sensed it earlier with his Sleeping God Eye, but he had not gotten a good look.
That did not stop his attack.
He drew the blade in his hand almost instantly, then swung three consecutive slashes toward the man who looked like a