"Eleven... retreat!" Old Qi's scalp tingled from being stared at through the barrier; he immediately stood up and roared.
Shen Eleven was stunned, somewhat hesitant. He had seldom seen Brother Seven in such a panic, and he could certainly feel the Princess Royale's terrifying presence. But instinctively, he judged that the enemy shouldn't have been able to detect them, after all, the Array was supposed to completely isolate their aura...
That moment of hesitation cost them their chance to escape...
The speed and reflexes of a Magician compared to a Warrior are dimensionally different. By the time Eleven looked up to respond to his Brother Seven, the figure who had been visible only through the Thousand Eyes Technique just a second ago had already closed in.
Wearing close-fitting soft armor, a proud figure stepped past him, one foot at a time, over the flames, not even casting a glance in his direction.
