On the battlefield, the smoke of war had yet to dissipate, and the earth was steeped in the residual warmth of blood.
Jin An stood holding his blade, his gaze sweeping across the surroundings with the chill of a knife's edge.
His prey—the fleeing members of God's Knights—were scattering like frightened birds. Their armor was stained crimson, their steps unsteady, and their ragged breathing merged into a chaotic mess.
Yet, just as he was about to raise his blade to cut down another, a strange aura swept in from afar.
At that moment, he paused slightly, his brow lifting a fraction as a barely perceptible smile touched the corner of his mouth—the excitement of sniffing out more interesting prey.
An interesting person is here...
His voice was low, as if he were muttering to himself, yet it carried an undeniable certainty.
Without the slightest hesitation, the next second, his entire figure vanished from the spot.
The trajectory of his Flash Step carved a distorted afterimage in the air. Like a pitch-black gale, he tore silently through space, bearing down directly on the member of God's Knights who had not yet managed to catch his breath.
--Splat!
Blade light flashed, and scarlet blood flew.
Jin An's figure appeared right in front of that knight, while the other man's expression was still frozen in a split second of terror—
His pupils contracted, his mouth parted slightly, as if he had not even had time to let out a scream.
The next instant, a deep wound split open across his chest, the radiance of his life rapidly draining away alongside the gushing blood, until he finally collapsed with a crash.
Jin An turned his wrist slightly, shaking the beads of blood from the blade. He straightened up unhurriedly, slowly turning his head as