Whoosh!
A shadow suddenly catapulted out of the black carriage.
Then, with a tap of his toes, it swiftly skimmed across, searching for cracks in the dense offensive of the Decayed Knights. After a few dynamic maneuvers, it slipped into the armored carriage behind. The iron door closed with a bang.
Casio glanced inside the carriage. There were still eight people sitting there intact, though their clothes were severely damaged and a few had suffered minor injuries. But as he looked from left to right, he noticed that everyone's Essence, Qi, and Spirit were particularly strong.
Especially the old men, who looked thoroughly invigorated.
After cultivating one's body and mind for decades, it indeed felt absolutely good to fight vigorously, awakening one's youthful self.
