The Falcon Earl's instincts saved his life once again.
The shadowy figure dissipated in an instant, but the blood on the ground proved something indeed rushed towards him just now.
"What the hell is this?"
The Falcon Earl frowned deeply, his grip on the sword tightening unconsciously, knuckles turning white.
He had never encountered such an enemy.
Before he could react, the shadow on his left side gathered again and lunged at him!
This time he was prepared, swinging his longsword continuously, slicing the shadow into pieces, but each slash seemed futile.
The shadowy figure would reassemble and continue to attack him.
"Damn it!"
In a blink, the Falcon Earl was forced into a corner, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, yet he remained composed.
As the shadowy figure pounced at him again, the Falcon Earl suddenly tore his sleeve, letting a pale blue crystal fall into his palm, which he crushed fiercely!
Boom!
