"Shall we go and help?"
In the Water Mirror World, Chen Shuyun looked worriedly towards Lin An in the sky.
"No need!" Zhuang dismissed with a twitch of his mouth, recalling past battles with Lin An, "The ones who should be worried are them."
An had enough ability to escape. The Lu Jiaos, even when fully deployed, couldn't catch him. Now facing these foreign Witch-hunting Knights, there was even less reason to worry.
It wasn't a matter of underestimating them, Zhuang knew their respective strengths very well.
The power of domestic Witch Hunter Knights or Demon Hunters was generally stronger than that of those abroad.
Even though Zhuang's power had become much weaker now, he was still roughly on par with the leader of the Cultivation Academy knights, Knight Karl—and about the same as Rabbit-Eyed Demon Hunter Feng Xin.
But abroad, relying on weapons of faith, in terms of structure, their numbers far exceeded the Lu Jiao's contingent of less than twenty.
