Lin Mu's permission was all it took for the twins to unleash their power.
HISS! HISS!
With a synchronized cry, the twins vanished from sight, their forms blurring into streaks of motion that defied the eye.
Before the clergy and inquisitors could even register the threat, they were already falling. Some found their chests punctured by invisible force; others simply collapsed, their heads twisted at unnatural angles. No warning. No mercy. The twins cut through them like phantoms of death.
So swift and surgical was their assault that even Little Shrubby—normally a blur of claws and flame—was left trailing behind, blinking in disbelief.
Within seconds, a tenth of the enemy forces were lying lifeless on the stone floor.
"Time for me to join as well," Lin Mu muttered as he drew his two blades—Ocean Raker and Afternoon Pine—from his back.
His gaze locked onto the most formidable enemies, the Archbishops and elite warriors standing at the rear.
He moved.
