Of the two swordsmen remaining, one was an Advanced Swordsman and the other an Intermediate Warrior. Phoebe alone was enough to ensure neither escaped death; Han Shuo turning back merely hastened their deaths.
His Spatial Ring flashed. Han Shuo gripped his Crossbow, drew out a handful of Crossbow Bolts, loaded it, and aimed at one of them. As they suddenly retreated, trying to withdraw, Han Shuo fired a bolt at the advanced warrior's back.
The Advanced Swordsman who had turned to flee had no choice but to turn back and block it. But by the time he shattered Han Shuo's bolt, Phoebe was already standing before him.
Little Skeleton, who had stabbed the Fire Mage to death, clutched a pouch in his left hand and leaped from the rooftop with a whoosh. After his bones swayed for a moment, he stood before the other Intermediate Swordsman, blade in hand.
As Han Shuo walked over with a cold smile, the two swordsmen suddenly drew their longswords across their own throats and collapsed.
"These men belong to Phantom Shadow. When they know there's no way out, they all choose to end their own lives!" Phoebe shook her head, put her sword into her Spatial Ring, and spoke with a frown.
At that moment, Little Skeleton approached the two corpses and deftly began looting their belongings. Only after two more pouches hung from his left hand did he walk happily over to Han Shuo with his Bone Blade and hand him all three pouches.
Smiling, Han Shuo patted Little Skeleton's skull and took the three pouches. One glance inside was enough to make him curse. "Damn it, three paupers! Barely a dozen gold coins between them!"
Phoebe rolled her eyes at Han Shuo in exasperation. Without inspecting the bodies, she told him, "I've