For a moment, battle erupted.
However, The Crusaders were at a disadvantage, having been ambushed; two were killed, and three were injured.
One could say they were in an inferior position.
Nevertheless, these Crusaders were no weaklings and fought back fiercely.
Pamir took action, injuring two Shadow Guards beside him, sending them flying backward.
But at that moment, he felt a chilling sensation, and in a frenzy, he rolled forward.
Hum!
Behind him, a cold blade shined brightly, severing even the hair on his back.
On his neck, a line of blood appeared,
If he had been any slower, his head might have flown off!
Damn it, an assassin!
And a top-notch one at that!
Pamir broke out in cold sweat, but he was a master as well; after the initial panic, he quickly adjusted his position and sent out a palm strike.
Crow moved like a phantom, dodging quickly with the dagger in his hand shining like cold stars, filling the sky.
