Seeing Ghost Fire approaching Xie Yao, Nie Yan could no longer restrain himself. If he was even a moment slower, and Xie Yao fell into Ghost Fire's hands, Nie Yan would be fearful of causing harm and would have even less opportunity to strike.
Perhaps it was from frequently playing the Thief class, those stealth skills seemed to have seeped into Nie Yan's very bones like instinct; Ghost Fire had failed to notice him until Nie Yan suddenly appeared, catching Ghost Fire by surprise.
"Die!" Nie Yan lunged at Ghost Fire with an unyielding momentum.
Just as the small daggers in Nie Yan's hand were about to pierce Ghost Fire's back, Ghost Fire suddenly shifted his stance, ready to Parry with a swinging arm.