'Such incredible Power. The Curse-Bound Knights really are freaks. I heard they have evil Spells carved all over their skin to strengthen their bodies…' Zhou Chen frowned to himself, secretly glancing at the situation on Mandala's side. An idea began to form in his mind.
He retreated to the side of a Crimson Cultist slain by a Curse-Bound Soldier and picked up the Silver-plated Longsword lying next to the corpse. At that moment, a Curse-Bound Soldier wielding a Heavy Hammer came charging. Like a heavy armored Chariot wreathed in blood-red flames, it rampaged toward him as the ground trembled.
The Resentful Soul Heavy Hammer crashed down. Zhou Chen dodged with Rapid Speed, his blade sweeping across the Steel Armor, but it only left a shallow scratch.
He moved again, dodging the sweeping handle of the hammer. His sword slashed out, sparking a series of flames, but again it only left a negligible scratch on the Armor.
