The sound of sword light smashing against armor echoed far in this silent camp and poison gas swamp.
At first, the Black Knight could still block with his shield, but when the shield was shattered by the strikes, he could only use his body to endure the baptism of sword light.
This is the outcome of losing control over the skies — being passively attacked and becoming a living target.
Finally, the Black Knight could no longer withstand such intense attacks, and his black armor was shot to pieces.
Inside the armor was a long-decayed body, broken to pieces under the sword light.
Fang Zhou withdrew the Xuanyuan Sword, and the Black Knight lay motionless on the ground, almost cut in two. A faint glow emerged from his chest.
The entire process went smoothly, but Fang Zhou felt no pride or joy, only deep concern.
