Hadjar turned around. There were two men behind him, standing on the side of the old road leading to the city. Both were dressed in black robes, wielding simple swords, and they exuded the auras of initial-stage Nameless. They were exactly one level of cultivation higher than he was. For the vast majority of cultivators, such a huge gap was something unimaginable and insurmountable. No one in their right mind would dare to confront even one such warrior, let alone two of them at once. But Hadjar had been shown a very different example — the great swordsman Orune, who had been able to suppress several Nameless at once with his mere presence.
“Are those spatial rings?” Hadjar nodded at their hands.
“What a strange question for a dead man to ask,” one of them spat.
That was the last thi
