From the opposite direction, the square-faced man was already charging straight at her.
Lana's expression shifted. She was caught in a dilemma.
Her brows tightened. Gritting her teeth, she hurled the long sword in her hand toward the square-faced man rushing forward.
At the same time, she ducked before the crashing boulder, her hands forming seals in a blur before striking outward.
Spiritual energy surged violently, condensing into a radiant curtain of light that barely slowed the descending boulder.
"Is that useful?"
The square-faced man looked at the incoming sword and casually swung his arm.
With a crisp clang, Lana's long sword was knocked high into the sky.
Yet the blade did not fall helplessly.
It steadied midair, twisted sharply, and shot once more toward the square-faced man.
"Hmph, a petty trick!"
He halted, roared loudly, and slashed upward from below.
A streak of iron-like light flashed across the air.
A sharp metallic sound rang out.
