The knights charged, and the power of the secret medicine erupted within them.
The warhorses could no longer be relied upon; even a trace of dragon blood couldn't make these beasts useful against the oppressive force of the Evil God.
They dismounted, prompting other knights who retained their sanity to do the same, raising their spears and swords, rushing towards Xue Dili.
"The time is nearly up!" Xue Dili smiled, shaping his fingers into the form of a gun, as a drop of Cursed Blood gathered on his fingertip.
He playfully mimicked loading the finger gun, his lips curled into a grin, smiling like a child.
King Kaiya's sword came first, Xue Dili easily sidestepped it, as the burst of Evil God's pressure warped his swordsmanship, unleashing a hundred-meter-long scar on the earth.
Yet, to Xue Dili, this strike merely distorted the raindrops around him.
