Baiyu and Duan Yiren almost simultaneously turned around.
In the left corridor, a shadow swiftly rushed towards them, the wind from its movement causing the candle flames on the walls to flicker.
It was a suit of jet-black armor.
The reason it was considered armor.
Because neither Baiyu nor Duan Yiren felt any Blood Qi emanating from this iron figure.
"I'll handle it."
Before Baiyu could act, Duan Yiren had already rushed forward.
A short blade sprang from her sleeve, blocking upwards.
Clang!
Sparks erupted in the darkness.
The longsword in the iron armor's hand clashed with the blade.
Duan Yiren twisted her body like an eel, leapt up, and locked her legs around the iron armor's neck, her body rotating with inertia, twisting it 180 degrees.
The head of the iron armor was twisted right off.
Thud.
The shiny black helmet rolled to the ground.
But Duan Yiren remained vigilant.
As they expected, there was nothing inside the armor, only thick black smoke pouring out.
