After hesitating, the iron-blood warrior took the first step bravely.
He even made a promise in front of the senior leaders. How could he give up so easily?
"Insignificant skill!"
The iron-blood warrior instantly stepped into the dead spirit domain. In just a moment, a heavy punch hit him in the face.
Before he could resist, Mace kicked the iron-blood warrior's knife.
The iron-blood warrior dodged sideways and waved his sabre.
"What's going on? Why is he missing?"
The iron-blood warrior looked around.
He couldn't tell that person's position was grey everywhere.
"Do you only know how to hide?"
"Come out of the hiding place if you can!"
The iron-blood warrior shouted.
Mace sneered and pinched the knuckles of his fingers, making a crackling sound.
"Of course, I can come out from the hiding place. But don't regret it then!"
The warrior's ears moved slightly and ran toward the voice.
With the sound of brushing, his sabre did not touch any obstacle.