The trial-taker retreated through the pain, but he could not escape the Clock Warrior's Clock-Hand Spear. Every step he took back, the Clock Warrior took a step forward.
The other trial-takers tried to stop it, but every attack was blocked by its shield.
The shield in the Clock Warrior's hand was like a beetle's hard shell, perfectly warding off attacks from both sides as it swung.
Even the attacks it failed to block did little harm when they struck its armor.
Nameless kept firing lasers from his eyes at the Clock Warrior, but they left no marks on its shield or armor. After a moment's thought, he switched off the lasers and summoned the Deep Sea Apostle.
"Go!"
At Nameless's command, the Deep Sea Apostle charged at the Clock Warrior.
In truth, although the trial-takers were attacking furiously, none had gone near the Clock Warrior. Its abilities were still unknown. What if someone approached recklessly and ended up dying in another's place?
So they kept their distance as they attacked. They watched the trial-taker impaled on the Clock-Hand Spear grow paler and paler, with no intention of saving him.
The Deep Sea Apostle's approach drew everyone's attention. Just as they wondered what it could accomplish, a clock hand slashed down from above. The moment the Deep Sea Apostle entered a certain range, its movements turned bizarre, and a single clean thrust killed it.
Nameless froze at the sight.
The impaled trial-taker was only Level 199, while the Deep Sea Apostle was Level 219. A hundred, even a thousand trial-takers like him could not defeat one Deep Sea Apostle.
Yet the trial-taker had survived until now, while the Deep Sea Apostle had been killed in an instant?
That made no sense. None at all.
The other trial-takers could see something was