Marcus was incredibly fast. In just a few seconds, he was only ten meters away from Ye Wei'an.
Seeing there was no escape, Ailian simply closed her eyes and stepped in front of her master.
Ye Wei'an hurriedly warned her through Telepathy:
(Ailian, get back! Don't try to take him head-on. Don't worry, I have a way to deal with him.)
Though deeply worried about Ye Wei'an, Ailian trusted her master completely and obeyed his command.
She rolled sharply backward, clearing the way.
The Blackguard Marcus had already closed in.
He drove off with both legs, his heavy armored boots shattering the stone platform. Carried by his momentum, he unleashed the Blackguard's most destructive skill—[Smite Evil]!
Negative Energy saturated the greatsword so thickly it seemed to choke the air around it.
As the black blade, wreathed in a foul aura, came crashing down with a shrill whistle, Ye Wei'an's expression shifted slightly.
He let go of the Wizard's composure and put on a suitably panicked look. Even the gestures of his spellcasting seemed to grow somewhat clumsy.
"For the glory of the Black Emperor (Bane)!" Marcus brought his sword down with all his might. In his eyes, the Wizard was already a corpse.
When the greatsword was only inches from Ye Wei'an's head, the panic vanished from his lips, replaced by absolute calm.
A faint pop rang through the air.
"Misty Step!"
The Wizard's form instantly dissolved into a cloud of silvery mist.
Marcus's mighty blow scattered the mist and cleaved the arrow tower in half. The blade cut through several layers of wooden scaffolding before striking the ground.
Before he could pull back, a wave of magic behind his ear made his scalp prickle.
"Sorry, I'm over here." Ye Wei'an's voice rang out at the same time.
"2nd-level spell,