Qin Tian stood straight like a pine tree, staring at Kaelan, his whole body drenched, water droplets forming a silver line down his pant leg, dripping continuously. He casually threw Shadowstrike into the spatial bag, gripping the sharp Black Frost Blade firmly in his palm, emitting a cold, eerie light.
"It's him!"
In the distance, the Elf Princess' delicate body trembled violently, her beautiful eyes full of shock and disbelief.
She never dreamed that at this critical juncture, it was Qin Tian who would once again decisively step forward.
However, the cruel reality was right before her. Qin Tian was merely a Tier Three Spiritualist, and although his physical talents were extraordinary, in front of a Tier Six Dark Elf like Kaelan, he was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, the power disparity was fearsome.
"Die for me!"
