Lin Yue truly felt the augmentation of that mysterious power. The power flowed into her like a gentle stream, making her dagger instantly brim with chilling gleams. Each swing carried the sound of wind tearing, directly targeting the weaknesses of the Samurai, posing a significant threat to him. Under the protection of the box's power, it was as if they found a glimmer of hope in the darkness, eventually uncovering the Samurai's flaws.
Shen Jingqi's gaze was like a torch, fixed on the Samurai's every move. Seizing a fleeting opportunity, a flash of determination crossed his eyes, seeming to pierce through the darkness and gaze upon the end of fate. His form blurred, appearing before the Samurai like a specter. Before the Samurai could react, the sword in Shen Jingqi's hand shot out like lightning, precisely piercing the Samurai's chest.
