Facing Soshyan's killer moves step by step, Kayan knew that the long-term battle would be disadvantageous - the forbidden field created by the untouchable was oppressing his brain.
Even though Khayon was smart enough not to use psychic powers, as a Thousand Sons wizard, he was born with witchcraft flowing in his veins. If he continued to entangle with the opponent, he would only become weaker and weaker.
Obviously, there was no possibility of accomplishing the task. Kayon made a prompt decision and decided to leave.
"This time I will let you be proud for a while!"
Kayan swung away the tip of Soshyan's spear with his sword, then quickly retreated and took out all the tarot cards in his leather sheath.
"go!"
In an instant, the sky was filled with flying cards, and then they burned one after another.
But after burning this time, they did not turn into ashes like the previous ones. Instead, they formed a constantly rotating barrier, shrouding Kayon in it.
Facing the maelstrom composed of the constantly churning, colorful mist, Soshiyang stood upright, raising the soul spear to the height of his eyes and extending it horizontally in front of him.
Although the mist mixed with countless colors continued to hit him, the lifeless metal part of the soul spear was still bright and clear.
Soshyan placed his gaze on it, using the true image it reflected to filter out all the thousands of phantoms around him.
Then, he sighed and breathed out. Each breath lasted for several minutes, during which his heartbeat dropped to eleven beats.
This kind of breathing method was also taught to him by Professor Sevatar. The Prince of Crows can even reduce his heartbeat between each breath to seven times. This is why he is difficult to detect in the dark even without power armor.
It's just that Soshiyang's current state of mind can never reach such a peaceful state.
But it is enough to deal with the current situation.
In his eyes, except for the storm raging around him, everything was an illusion.
However, the vicious beast lingers behind the illusion...
The next second, they jumped out of the fog at the same time and rushed towards him together, one behind and one to the left. They may have thought that these two places were Soshyan's flaws.
Normally, demons would emit a series of harsh screams or piercing owl calls when attacking, but this pair killed them quietly, without giving their prey the slightest warning.
But that makes no sense…
Soshiyang turned to the left and thrust his soul spear at the black figure coming from the flank, but the black figure jumped back like a tall, thin and ugly acrobat and jumped into the mist.
Another attacker's claws slashed down and struck Soshyan's head.
Although Suoshiyang had already moved out of the way a moment ago, he still felt a sharp claw wind on his back.
The blow was so ferocious that it took the attacker a full second, leaving him no time to parry when Soshyan spun his spear over his shoulder and struck back at his horse.
Although Sosh didn't even look back when he struck this blow, he had already discerned everything he needed to know from the moving breath.
When he entered the dark night state of mind taught by Sevatar, the enemy's light movements were as easy to detect as violent movements, and the whispers were as harsh as shouts.
"Weak."
Soshiyang said this at the moment when the soul spear passed by the opponent's throat.
Just extend the sharp edge of the soul spear a few inches forward, and this blow can kill the opponent.
At this time, the second ferocious beast jumped out of the mist. It was like a mixture of multiple demons. The thorns between the horns on its head stood straight with anger. The small eyes were glaring at Soshyan, and below them was a beak with protruding jaws and sharp edges like jagged teeth. The strong body was full of blood-colored lines and various piercing decorations.
This time, it wasn't so quiet when it attacked.
When Soshyan rounded his war spear and took the devil's claws, he could already see the fear in the opponent's eyes.
Soshyan's arm shook, and the whirlpool at the tip of the spear activated, instantly cutting off the devil's claws, and then with a scream, penetrated into the devil's neck.
In an instant, black blood sprayed all over the sky.
Then Soshyan's attack continued, when another demon held down his shoulders, opened its bloody mouth and rushed towards his head.
Hold the spear in your backhand and thrust upward with force.
The next second, the blood-stained spear tip pierced out from the Tianling Cap of the ugly head, and dirty pus slid down the spear shaft and onto Soshyan's helmet.
With a hard hit, the demon was thrown away from the tip of the spear. Soshyan wiped the dirt on the eyepiece with his hand, and then looked at the gradually dissipating fog——
It turned out that Kayon took this opportunity and turned to Thor.
He was smart enough to know that Soshyan, as an untouchable, was an insurmountable barrier, so he turned his target to Thor, who seemed easier to deal with.
But he was wrong, this was not an easy target.
As early as the first moment when Soshyan fought with the demon, Khayon had already rushed towards Sol, trying to sneak attack while the opponent was fighting the demon lynx.
He was never a knight or a warrior, he was a killer.
Cocayan underestimated Thor's combat power.
The champion swordsman of the Third Legion noticed something strange behind him. He immediately turned around and threw the demon lynx aside.
The next second, their weapons collided.
As a result, Khayon stumbled back.
Thor sneered, pulled out the sword from the scabbard on his waist, and blocked Khayon's subsequent fatal blow in time.
"I owe you a humiliation at some point, Thousand Sons."
Khayon took a few steps back and opened his arms.
"Okay, come on, come and take what you deserve."
Their weapons met, collided and came together again.
When Thor turned, spun, jumped, and the sword flew up and down when he thrust, it was then that Khayon realized that the opponent's sword skills were far more terrifying than they seemed.
He considered himself to be an experienced warrior, and that was true, although his stamina was at best more durable.
But if a warrior wants to compete with a superb swordsman, then unfortunately, it is no different from committing suicide.
It's just that Khayon observed the opponent's method and found that it was surprisingly similar to Telemanon's, both of which were able to achieve a fatal harmony between the form and function of the sword's moves.
"Are you from the Third Legion?"
Kayon asked tentatively, and dodged a blow aimed at his neck, but there was also a deep scratch on his shoulder.
"Do you think I'll tell you?"
Thor smiled after hearing this, and then strode forward, the long sword in his right hand slashed across with a whistling sound.
Khayon raised his sword to block the blow, forcing it to stop.
"The Astral Knights are really a war group full of secrets."
After saying that, Khayon slapped Thor's sword away, but before he could withdraw his strength, the opponent rushed over with a sudden stride.
The next second, their heads collided violently, and Khayon was forced to retreat.
At this time, his right foot suffered a heavy blow from an inexplicable object, and then he lost his balance and fell to his knees on one foot.
Before Khayon could stand up, the sharp blade tip pressed against his throat, and its owner was looking down at him through the dark goggles.
