Back in the underground city, just as Pride went up close to the city walls, group after group of enemies appeared.
The enemies were a bunch of wood and rocks the size of grown men with all sorts of weapons in their hands; some were wielding swords while some were loading arrows onto their bows.
"Hmph."
A laugh of contempt came from Pride, his arrogant look was his staple. Even before a swarm of enemies, his arrogance would never change.
It would only get more and more disdainful.
Black flames burned in his hand and quickly formed a sword.
The sword was black and its sharpness was without equal.
Stone and wooden dummies obviously couldn't resist such sharp attacks though.
With a single sweep, 4 to 5 dummies were sliced in half.
The dummies' attacks were easily dodged by Pride as well.