Laras immediately leapt backward, her heart pounding. She knew that a Tier-2 King-level cultivator was far beyond her capabilities. Even a single strike could wipe her out instantly.
As she created some distance, her eyes stayed locked on the battle in front of her. Lein's clone moved with incredible speed, charging directly at the man in the black cloak. Dozens of sword slashes formed in the air, each attack executed with deadly precision. Lein showed not even a hint of hesitation, advancing without fear.
However, when only a few paces remained between them, Lein's clone suddenly froze. As if seized by an invisible force, his body was flung hundreds of meters backward, crashing into the ground with a thunderous impact. Dust and shards of stone flew into the air.
"Weak," came the cold, deep voice of the man in the black cloak. His glowing red eyes, like those of a vampire, radiated an air of superiority. He then shifted his gaze toward Laras.
