The green skeleton was indeed moving at extreme speed. Long Haochen understood well that if he tried to avoid it, he would be caught in his opponent’s rhythm, and after that, winning would be really hard. Thus, he might as well not escape but stake everything on an attempt to resist.
The speed of the green skeleton was really terrifying. Once it got used to the pattern of Long Haochen’s movements, the pair of daggers in its hands suddenly erupted. Producing two splashes of green light, they stabbed at Long Haochen’s armor before actually stopping the assault, flapping the six wings on its back downwards to rise up to the sky.
Afterwards, its left foot aimed a kick at the back of Long Haochen’s head.
If the red skeleton known as the Twelfth Holy Guard could be said to be moving as freely as clouds in the sky, then this one was like a green bolt of lightning, moving absurdly fast. Matching his speed was unthinkable to anyone present there.
