The pitch-black longsword in Lis's hand stabbed directly towards Clement.
Plain and unadorned, without the use of any sword skills.
But in Clement's eyes, it gave him a feeling of an unavoidable attack, as if it had already completely locked onto him.
Even without the constraint of the seven-color rule chains, Clement had no confidence in escaping this sword strike.
Since there's no avoiding it, brace for impact!
Even though Clement couldn't tell what kind of power was in Lis's hand, he had no other choice.
Facing the sharp sword strike from Lis, Clement felt a chill run straight up his spine, instantly spreading throughout his body.
He instinctively let out a low roar, a sound filled with unwillingness and terror, like the final roar of a trapped beast in a dire situation.
