Time didn't allow Xiao Lin to analyze the situation in front of him, only one thing was clear: either they die or he dies. Either way, he had to fight to the end, engaging the mindless creatures with human sentiments would only lead to his death.
Setting aside those moral considerations, Xiao Lin's spirit soared instantly, the shackles were lifted, the range of the spike in his hand widened, and his attacks became more ruthless.
The accelerated pace actually caused the two black-clad attackers to pause for a moment, seemingly unaccustomed to such rapid speed, or perhaps unfamiliar with their own rhythm. They stood there, not communicating, just dumbfounded as their target disappeared in front of their eyes, instinctively attacking with their own rhythm.
