"Dodge!" Cheng Ziang let out an almost screeching shout.
Hearing his warning, Hu Daoke instinctively sidestepped, clumsily falling to the ground but narrowly avoiding the fatal strike.
Seeing that Hu Daoke had dodged the attack, the man showed no sign of panic; instead, he steadied himself and then raised the saber in his hand, ready for a slash. At this moment, Hu Daoke was so frightened that he forgot to raise his gun and fire, simply staring dumbly at the gleaming blade in the man's hand.
"Ghost Envoy, heed my call, come forth!" Faced with such a dire situation, Cheng Ziang couldn't hold back any longer, making a pistol gesture with his left hand aimed at the man's back and then loudly calling out his trump card.
Accompanied by his roar, the magic in the air began to violently distort, not just fluctuating but genuinely twisting. Liseya instantly gathered magic to form her own head, appearing at the tip of Cheng Ziang's finger.
