Kai's cold azure-blue eyes were now filled with chilling menace.
The heavy Crimson Flame Sabre had actually been firmly caught between a pair of seemingly slender hands.
The sparks were the light produced by the blade scraping against the other's gloves.
When that voice said, "Interesting," a flicker passed through Kai's pupils.
In his memory, that voice... seemed somewhat familiar.
With a forceful tug!
Sparks burst forth with a screech, and the Crimson Flame Sabre swept up a scorching gust as its tip struck the ground.
The icy chill within the surrounding darkness began to invade their bodies.
The Crimson Flame Sabre was no longer as blazing red and dazzling as it had been outside, nor did flames rise from it.
Fine frost began to form from the hilt, yet Kai remained utterly still.
Because at this moment, he understood that he had encountered the strongest enemy since entering the ruins.
Thirty meters behind him, Ying Lin'er was still sound asleep, but Zheng, whose massive frame was as heavy as a mountain, suddenly opened his eyes.
He rose, picked up the blood-red giant scythe, and silently watched ahead.
A pale young man with sinister eyes stepped out of the shadows with somewhat uncoordinated movements.
"You are... Lin Wu?"
"Lin Wu... Luo's guard!"
The young man tilted his head. "You know my name? Interesting."
"Then you must be from the Gador Empire."
Though Lin Wu's words seemed completely unrelated from one sentence to the next, they sent a faint chill through the hearts of those who heard them.
"You are not Lin Wu."
Kai slowly raised his sabre as faint patterns began to glow across his Flame-colored Heavy Armor.
He took one step forward, and the ground within a two-meter radius collapsed with a thunderous crash.
This slash cut directly into