Pillar of Yita

More importantly, the Descendants of Flor have actually harbored resentment towards the other party for a long time.

”How could that be?”

Qing Ye furrowed his brow slightly, glanced in the direction Fang Hong disappeared, and silently sheathed his long spear. At that last moment, he seemed to have grasped something, a thought that flashed by and then vanished without a trace in his heart.

The other end of the cave.

Fang Hong’s right hand hung weakly, and under the aid of the Energy Angel, he stood up from the ground. With his left hand, he fumbled out a Life Potion from his waist pouch and tilted his head back to gulp it down to the last drop.

He glanced back, knowing that two Blinks by the Energy Angel were certainly not enough to escape the pursuit from the other party. However, that direction was completely pitch-black; he wasn’t certain when they would catch up. After one round of confrontation, he felt slightly more confident.

Those were people from the Second World; he could actually survive one round against them. He gently exhaled, feeling a bit unreal. Of course, it wasn’t solely his accomplishment.

He glanced at Miya, then at R, feeling for the first time the true power of top-tier Invokers from both of them.

”Ade,” Miya suddenly said at this moment, ”The other party is not from the Dragonfire Guild.”

Fang Hong was slightly stunned.

”Descendants of Flor,” after a long silence, R spoke for the first time: ”Pale Spear, Captain of the Pale Brigade.”

His voice carried a different meaning as he looked at Fang Hong: ”Do you know who that is?”

”Brigade Captain?”

Fang Hong was shocked. This wasn’t one of those half-baked brigades from the First World; brigades from the Second World were certainly no ordinary people, especially the brigade captain. Could he really have survived a round against a genuine brigade captain? Was this a joke?

But what R said next almost made him faint: ”This title is actually the Dragon Knight title.”

”Ah?”

Fang Hong suddenly felt doomed; if the other party summoned a Dragon Knight, would he still have a chance at survival? Forget about evasion; the other party only needed to move a finger to obliterate him. But did Dragon Knights from the Second World have so much free time to come and trouble a newcomer like him?

Moreover, why would the Descendants of Flor be in this place?

”What do you plan to do?” R asked.

Fang Hong lightly pressed the location where the Ring of Golden Flame was.

He looked up in a direction, where the ring on his chest radiated a scorching heat — he released his hand, and a ray of light only he could see extended forward in the darkness, pointing in that direction.

And there, it was also only pitch-black.

But regardless, he had to retrieve the Dragon’s Heart.

Suddenly, he felt something, and when he looked back, he saw Qing Yi wielding a long spear appear at the other end of the cave. Clearly, the other party hadn’t let him go; relying on the Energy Angel to escape once wouldn’t guarantee further escapes.

The first time caught the other party off guard; if he tried again, the outcome might be unpredictable.

Qing Yi appeared in that direction, and his silhouette immediately flashed, disappearing from Fang Hong’s vision. Intense warnings flared in Fang Hong’s mind, knowing that once the other party moved, they would appear next to him in the next moment; his Perception ability was essentially unable to keep up with their Speed.

But fortunately, he wasn’t alone here.

R spoke: ”Left side.”

Fang Hong only had time to turn around; the gun’s shadow flashed in the corner of his eye, and he instinctively let the Energy Angel block it. After a loud crash, the Construct flew backward, crashing into him and sending them both flying.

Once again on the ground, pain shot through his right arm; however, he dared not be slow, immediately raising his head to see the silver line in that direction retracting first. But his right hand had already completely lost sensation, hanging almost powerless, unable to act.

He instinctively wanted to retreat.

But R’s cold voice came: ”Retreat, and you’re dead.”

He continued, ”You only have one chance, but it depends on whether you can grasp it.”

”Follow my orders.”

In an instant, Fang Hong indeed lost the last chance to evade; as lights and shadows interlaced, Qing almost immediately appeared at his side, from starting to arriving, there were basically no intermediate steps.

A Silverlight mark flashed past; what Fang Hong could see was only the cold gleaming of the spear blade, magnifying infinitely in his Vision.

But at that moment, under R’s instruction, the silver line suddenly scattered, forming a web of Flashing points in the darkness. These star-like lights were clear to Fang Hong as he understood what they meant.

The mentor-student bond established over the years required no words to communicate at this moment.

Just when everyone thought Fang Hong would die under this spear, in the corner of Qing’s eyes, he saw a silver ray.

That was precisely Fang Hong’s Energy Angel.

With a resonant sound.

No one saw clearly how the Construct’s arm blade blocked Qing’s spear; only after a burst of sparks did the Energy Angel fly away. But after Qing blocked this strike, he made a fatal mistake.

He hesitated for a moment at the original spot, failing to instantly counterattack. In this critical second of hesitation, Fang Hong had the opportunity to summon a second Energy Angel. As blue light emerged, the second Light Gate instantly unfolded.

The Energy Angel initiated a preemptive attack, stabbing towards Qing with a sword, aiming not to defeat but only towards Qing’s spear.

Qing attempted to dodge, but it was futile; another burst of flames erupted.

Then came the third Energy Angel and Qing’s heart cooled considerably—he couldn’t help but glance at Fang Hong. But Fang Hong didn’t look at him, continuously switching control gestures with his left hand; three Energy Angels advanced and retreated, launching an attack without pause.

In others’ eyes, this wave of attacks seemed as swift as mercury cascading, and Qing unexpectedly fell into inferior defense.

On the final blow, the Energy Angel couldn’t withstand the power, its half-arm cracking and scattering as components. Nonetheless, the Construct continued unabated, spinning mid-air, thrusting a sword towards Qing’s neck.

This sword was perilously close to the extreme; everyone in the live stream gasped, thinking Qing was almost hit. But the truth is they were overthinking; Qing’s reverse strike sent the Energy Angel, fighting to the end, back to component form.

However, after this one spear, the live stream fell silent.

How did the other party manage to counterstrike?

In fact, Fang Hong himself was completely stunned.

For this wave of attacks, it was entirely unrelated to him—

He merely followed R’s commands, instructing how and when the Energy Angels should strike. And those distributed points of light were precisely the fighting windows that R indicated to him. Once Qing made a move, the corresponding point would light up.

The only task he faced was ensuring his Reactivity kept pace with the other party’s judgment.

Under this wave of command, his three Energy Angels practically performed like three Sword Saints. Had it not been for the relatively low Attributes of Energy Angels, this wave of preemptive attack might have just felled this Brigade Captain.

What was this concept?

Qing’s face turned extremely unpleasant; although the opponent was evidently weaker, yet after this confrontation, his hand faintly trembled. He looked at the other party, eyes filled with incredulity:

”...Holy Sword Void Severer... Sword Saint R?”

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