The golem's bloodshot eyes widened as they reflected the cold blade quickly approaching him, carrying with it the aura of death—something he was familiar with.
Nylian's eyes had narrowed into slits, his pupils gleaming with a ruthless and bloodthirsty aura. His blade was only inches away from cutting the golem's head off.
But at the last moment, the golem unnaturally pivoted his body and raised his arm, blocking the elf's attack.
The blade cut through the golem's armor, flesh, and muscle, then finally stopped at the bone.
"Hmph!" Nylian snorted in displeasure. "Sturdy indeed."
The next moment, he jumped and placed his feet on the golem's chest.
Then, with a powerful force, he thrust his legs, causing the golem to fly away across the surface of the water, while he backflipped in the air and landed gracedully several meters behind.
