Creak, creak.
He trudged through the snow, one foot sinking deeper than the other.
Mu Fan walked up to the mountain rock that had been split vertically by the giant blade wheel and pulled the Warp Light Sickle Blade embedded in the ground free.
His gaze did not spare even half a glance for the sniper's corpse.
Redemption Stage 5. One strike, total annihilation.
When the gunfire ended, the icy slope fell silent.
Beneath the pure azure sky, only Mu Fan and Lu Qingxue remained.
These people had greatly underestimated the power of the Battle Armor Dragon Rider, but their most fundamental mistake was not knowing what the Dark Holy Hall was. They had no idea what the appearance of that Warp Light Sickle Blade truly represented!
It represented the ultimate killing weapon from another time and space.
So the moment Mu Fan charged onto the snowy slope, their deaths had already been declared.
His indifferent gaze swept over the ground. At least two people had drawn signal guns.
But they had never expected him to be so fast. Until their deaths, they had not had time to pull the triggers of those signal guns.
"Were you... hurt just now?"
Light footsteps came from behind him. Then Mu Fan felt his arm being tugged backward, and those eyes, limpid as autumn water, appeared before him.
But those eyes were not looking at his face. They carefully examined his chest instead, lingering especially long on the bullet mark sunk half a fist deep.
"The armor blocked it. I'm fine."
Mu Fan grinned and patted his chest carelessly, indicating that he was perfectly healthy.
Lu Qingxue pursed her lips and lifted her gaze. Yet rather than smiling along with him, she looked at him with unusual seriousness. "You must not do that