Mr. Bottle answered.
"Ahahaha! That's Silver Flask for you! I believe in him!"
Mr. Pot laughed with his hands on his hips.
Chen Lun had already removed the Silver Pot Head and entered his "Extreme State." Pale armor covered his entire body as he walked in a certain direction, surging with blood energy... Divination was somewhat affected in this area, but it still gave him a vague direction.
This was thanks to his higher Divination weighting.
When this "black night" enveloped him, he suddenly felt his power increase.
It's the blessing bestowed by the Moon God. Its effects double at night...
Chen Lun quickly figured out the reason.
Those two Executioners probably never imagined this area of black night would end up aiding their enemy... It also happens to let me use the darkness to unleash my strongest form without any concerns.
He chuckled.
After taking a few more steps forward, Chen Lun raised his right hand, and pitch-black claws slowly emerged.
Found one.
Whoosh-!
The [Arcanist] Executioner's expression suddenly changed drastically. An intense premonition of death welled up within him, and his hair stood on end involuntarily.
Rather than blindly trusting his "airflow barrier," he abruptly dodged to one side.
It was the right choice.
The highly compressed air shield held the claws back for only half a second before being violently torn apart. Three deep cuts inevitably opened on the Executioner's arm.
Had he not dodged in time, his body would have been ripped apart!
"I've been found!"
The [Arcanist] clutched his injured arm, then cast "Cat's Pace" on himself as quickly as possible, increasing his speed while reducing the noise he made.
He dodged left and right, retreating along a winding path, trying to put distance between himself and his attacker and escape the danger of close