Lancelot charged at him with all his might.
Andrew, who had just retreated, looked at Lancelot. His expression became solemn.
He had never thought that Lancelot would have such a move.
After sizing him up, Andrew thrust his Dustless Sword at him.
This time, Lancelot did not panic at all. The corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he disappeared into the black fog that he had just released.
Andrew thought that his attack would definitely end him completely. However, when his Dustless Sword passed through the black fog again, he was taken to a dark place.
When Andrew opened his eyes, he found that he had already arrived at an unknown place.
His surroundings were covered by fog. He could not see in front of him. His expression became grave.
Andrew frowned and began to scan this place. At this moment, a mocking voice came from behind him.
"Hehehe..."