"Don't run!"
Yang Yi roared, chasing Istil as she turned and fled. He used almost every enhancement move available to him, not only transforming into a Werewolf but also using Limb Enhancement and even Potions. Anything that could boost his stats, he used without a second thought, all to narrow the gap between them.
But an uninvited guest appeared.
A slash wrapped in white light drove Yang Yi back, nearly knocking his weapon from his grip. It was Reinhardt, who had suddenly intervened and blocked his path.
"Get out of my way! I don't have time to play with you!"
Yang Yi snapped. Watching Istil pull farther and farther away, he grew increasingly anxious, because she held the other half of the Holy Casket. He had to get it back.
The Saintess's Supreme Holy Slash just now had, by sheer coincidence, split the Holy Casket in two.
She had presumably intended to behead Yang Yi and retrieve the Holy Casket, but she had misjudged his soaring strength, and with the injury inflicted by the Salt Spike, the situation had reversed.
What surprised Yang Yi was that Saintess Istil did not seem to possess particularly powerful self-healing abilities. Her body had not regenerated after being injured.
Her strength had not diminished much, however. After recovering her bearings, she had used holy light to form the missing parts of her body and was hurrying toward the Temple, because something unsettling to her had happened below.
"Sorry."
Reinhardt did not move aside. There seemed to be a trace of apology on his face.
"Spar with me. Right now."
He drew his sword, preparing to fight.
"Who the fuck wants to spar with you?!"
Yang Yi roared, shouting the line that should originally have belonged to Reinhardt. Then something occurred to him. He swallowed