Night.
"Who's there?"
The Black-armored Knight was startled. That sudden voice had shocked him deeply.
He tossed Eao's corpse and the barely conscious Belial aside, drew his weapon, and warily scanned his surroundings.
He had not sensed the slightest presence. How could someone have approached so close to him?
It was then that the Black-armored Knight noticed Belial, whom he had thrown away, frozen in midair.
A figure in a gray robe appeared there, holding Belial in his arms.
Belial's neck was bruised, and he was nearly unconscious. He merely muttered to himself, seeming to pray for something.
Li Si glanced at Belial in his arms and said with a smile, "All right, I heard your prayer."
He gently set Belial down on the ground beside him, then looked at the Black-armored Knight before him and smiled. "Are you from the Hunting Temple?"
"Who are you?"
The Black-armored Knight said nothing more, merely staring at Li Si with extreme vigilance.
Yet he did not make the first move against Li Si.
For someone with his temperament, that was simply unimaginable.
But the anger he had felt when Eao attacked him had completely vanished, leaving only an icy chill in his heart.
Because he could not sense any presence from the person before him.
If his eyes had not seen Li Si, he might even have thought it was an illusion.
As a member of the Hunting Temple, he had met many great figures far stronger than himself, but he had never encountered anyone like this person.
In an instant, he came under immense pressure. He even wanted to throw down his weapon and kneel in surrender.
He did not know why he was so terrified in Li Si's presence. He could only suppress the impulse in his heart and cautiously