The Target

"Ha..."

Wangnet sneered and looked behind the Empire's team as if he was searching for something.

"Found it."

Wangnet muttered as he sensed the source of the energy fluctuation. He quickly ran forward, trying to bypass the Empire's team.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, a figure appeared from the Empire's team and blocked Wangnet's path.

Wangnet was forced to stop. His expression was grave as he looked at the face that looked like it had been carved by a knife.

One of the four great sword saints of the Empire, Rio Tinto.

Rio Tinto was already 200 years old, and his physical fitness had entered a decline in all aspects, but his swordsmanship and skills had already reached their peak.

Without further ado, Rio Tinto slashed forward!

"Ka ka ka..."

Layers of sharp spikes appeared on Wangnet's back. The spikes rose from his back like wings and blocked his front.

"BOOM!!"