Under the warmth of her leather coat, Lin Chichi felt her strength slightly restored.
She struggled to turn her head to look ahead.
Beneath that dazzling brilliance was the back of a tall young man.
Intense flames spread from the knight sword in his hand to his body, enveloping his entire figure.
Then, this surging flame rapidly contracted at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning into a thin layer of black phantom.
They covered the young man's body like a light knight's armor, and also covered the Holy Heart sword in his hand.
The flames were so concentrated that they dyed the entire silvery blade of the Holy Heart sword pitch-black, with no escaping brilliance, only the surrounding distorted air faintly revealing the scorching of the flames.
Lin Chichi was somewhat entranced as she watched this scene; she had never imagined that the Holy Heart sword could assume such a state.
