The wise knew when to yield.
The "Art Knight" was not a warrior who would knowingly march to her death.
The only reason she had fought to the death without retreating was because there was a cliff behind her. She suddenly raised her hand and snapped her fingers at Emma.
"Snap!"
The Seven-Colored River, which had already flown above the maze, instantly lost its "power of cohesion" and came crashing down toward the ground like a collapsing tide.
Trinsna hurriedly retreated.
Behind her was one of the maze's revolving doors.
The revolving door spun at once, carrying her body out of Emma's and the "Golden Terracotta Warriors'" sight.
But in the very next instant, the maze wall was smashed apart by a punch from a "Golden Terracotta Warrior"!
Ignoring everything else, she fled at top speed—far faster than expected.
However, a "battle roar" made her already weak legs go limp again. Then came the sound of wind. She abruptly turned her head, and the last thing she saw was a golden spear hurtling toward her!
The human body was so fragile.
Trinsna had trained in holy energy as well. She was not, by nature, some helpless weak woman, but that was all.
If she had fully exploited the advantage of her own strength at the beginning of the duel, she might have had more chances.
But now, at this very moment, she had to face nine-star "Golden Terracotta Warriors." The force behind that thrown golden spear was not something she could withstand.
Her skin tore, and her chest was pierced through.
The Duel Domain's judgment mechanism activated. Her body instantly turned into light.
Then the Seven-Colored River fell like rain, drenching the two unprotected "Golden Terracotta Warriors" like drowned rats.
Paint of every color clung to their bodies like clothing,