Yun Huanxin rolled her eyes at Yun Meilan but she didn't say anything. It was indeed her fault for being weak.
Yun Meilan stood beside Yun Huanxin, her dagger dripping with Dian Lun's blood. Her presence was like a ripple in the darkness, untraceable even to True Gods.
Dian Lun clutched his wounded hand, his chaotic energy sealing the injury. His smirk remained, but his eyes sharpened.
"Another one?" He chuckled. "Good. I was getting bored."
Tang Zhen, the spear-wielding Chaos Knight, landed beside Dian Lun with a sneer. "Two against two. Fair."
Yun Huanxin gritted her teeth, her severed arm still bleeding. She clenched her remaining fist, and spatial energy condensed into a spectral blade, replacing her lost limb.
"You're lucky," Dian Lun remarked, flexing his healed fingers. "But luck runs out."
Yun Meilan didn't speak.
She moved.
Not through space—but through shadows themselves.
