As the Vice Alliance Leader of the Iron Sword Alliance, An Xin was only at the first layer of the Fusion Realm, the lowest rung among Fusion Realm cultivators. That was why he had always followed the lead of their Alliance Leader, Iron Sword High Person.
He knew full well that although he counted as a prominent figure in Cold Light Province, his cultivation at the first layer of the Fusion Realm amounted to little in the wider Spirit Realm.
That was precisely why he had willingly served beneath Iron Sword High Person, seeking a measure of security.
Deep down, he trusted Iron Sword High Person completely.
That trust was like a pillar rooted deep in his heart, supporting him as he worked diligently for the Iron Sword Alliance, never harboring thoughts of betrayal.
Yet An Xin had never imagined that today, barely moments into their fight with a Fusion Realm body cultivator, Iron Sword High Person would flee alone, shamelessly abandoning him.
At that moment, his mind had gone blank, as though someone had slapped him hard across the face.
He watched that streak of golden light vanish into the horizon, and the pillar in his heart came crashing down.
It left An Xin furious.
His anger was like a raging fire, surging and roaring in his chest, burning so fiercely that he could barely breathe.
But anger was one thing; now that he had been captured, he was like livestock awaiting slaughter, with almost no hope of survival.
His bonded flying sword had been destroyed, his body had suffered the backlash, and his magical energy was in turmoil. Now, held in midair by that body cultivator, he could not muster even a shred of strength to resist.
At that moment, profound desolation welled up in An Xin's heart.