The feeling of facing death suddenly grew intense.
Bang! Bang!!
Two deafening crashes rang out almost simultaneously.
Golov and Barton flew backward, skidding dozens of meters across the grass before collapsing, struggling but unable to get up.
Chen Lun flicked the Silver Cane in his hand and was about to speak when he discovered that [Spiritual Intuition] was warning him.
"Hm?"
He turned to see a wave of black light shooting straight toward him.
Chen Lun chose not to take it head-on, moving aside to dodge.
Buzz!
The wave of black light struck the ground, and all the grass within a circular area withered and died.
Looking up, he saw Noah a short distance away, his arm raised. A phantom Gallery appeared behind his head, settling on the oil painting "The Empire Falls Silent." He was using the power of a [Moon Faction Sequence 7-Soul Requiem Master] to attack Chen Lun.
Black wings spread behind Chen Lun, and he suddenly flew into the sky without warning.
The next moment.
Pfft! Pfft, pfft!
Just as he left the ground, seven or eight black-purple flowering branches as thick as arms burst from the soil, reaching for him like monstrous hands.
They fell just short!
Whoosh!
The wings on Chen Lun's back beat violently, and he flipped over, turning back around.
With two clicks, the Silver Cane in his hand transformed into a Silver Sword, which he held loosely, pointing diagonally at the ground. With his other hand, he lowered his hat brim. Beneath its shadow, admiration flashed in his emerald-green slit pupils.
As expected of two boss-level prospects. They haven't grown into their potential yet, but they already have elite stat panels. They still pose something of a threat to me...
Chen Lun broke into a wide grin.
"Stay sharp! I'm going