Kenneth Sunder was a master thief.

For a master thief, all his skills were almost concentrated in his hands.

As the right arm was ruined, Kenneth’s hard-trained stealth skills were equivalent to be in utter vain.

His mind was slightly confused. In addition, the pain of the severed arm had also significantly lowered his ability to react.

He did not realize that a more significant danger was approaching. Caesar’s statue came to life at this moment. After severing Kenneth’s arm with the sword in his hand, it turned back with another sword swing.

The statue wanted to sever Kenneth’s head.

“Ahh!

“I’m done for!”

When Kenneth came to his senses, the huge sword with a cold gleam was already close to his eyes.

He could even feel the murderous intent from the blade.

He already had no more hope.

A sword strike at such a close distance was not something that he could dodge at all.

Just at this moment, another sword suddenly blocked the sword diagonally.

Clank!

A sword blocked Caesar’