At this moment, Liz and her group returned to the dragon carriage, unaware that the scene of Yuloli and Yanifet's battle had been closely observed by an unexpected guest.
It was a middle-aged knight situated on a snow-covered steep slope.
The middle-aged knight wore a flamberge at his waist, clad in a knight's attire conducive to movement. Though not tall, his presence was imposing.
But at this very moment, despite witnessing the fierce battle between Yuloli and Yanifet, the knight was trembling.
"How... could... it... be..."
He clenched his fist and gritted his teeth as if trying to suppress the disbelief and fear within him, his whole body trembling.
"What kind of power is that?"
"How can anyone be that strong?"
"Those two women..."
With exceptional vision, the middle-aged knight recalled the appearance of those two women.
