"It stinks!"
Fang Zhixing frowned slightly, the odor in the room pungent as if one had worn socks for a month without washing them.
In the midst of the billowing black smoke, an Armored Warrior knelt on the ground, head hung low, tightly hugging a Knight's Sword, as if in prayer.
Fang Zhixing's eyes flashed as he stepped through the doorway.
Almost the next instant, the Armored Warrior abruptly turned his head, his Helmet concealing his face, only his eyes visible, enshrouded with swirling black smoke, staring fixedly at Fang Zhixing.
"Chirp~"
The silver Armor followed through the door, shouting something loudly at the Armored Warrior.
The Armored Warrior made no response but suddenly raised the Knight's Sword, delivering a forceful chop and cut.
A vast amount of black smoke wrapped around the blade's edge, bursting forth with unimaginable power.
"Ah!~"
The silver Armor stiffened, let out a piercing scream, and collapsed to the ground.
