Chapter 920

The dark figure was incredibly agile. Seraphine's blade was only about six feet away from Alexander while the dark figure was more than 30 feet away from them. Just as Seraphine's sword was about to strike Alexander's head, the dark figure managed to block it and promptly pulled Alexander into their arms. Sparks flew, and the couch caught fire from the embers. Seraphine suddenly realized that her sword was now only half its original length. The masked figure, who was holding Alexander in their arms, was wielding a Golden Saber. Seraphine, who was always so haughty and arrogant, widened her eyes in terror. A shiver raced up her spine as her hair stood on end. A chill ran through her body, freezing every cell. Even the Chillbane venom coursing through her veins seemed to panic, gnawing at her heart. Her face paled as she couldn't help but stagger back. This was impossible. Cyrus was supposed to be dead, and so was Leah. How could the Golden Saber appear now? The figure before he