At this mont, Mohen's expression was no longer as relaxed as it had been at the beginning.
He could sense that the tall man slowly walking towards him at the end of the alley exuded an equally terrifying aura.
SS level.
The thought imdiately popped into Mohen's mind.
Another SS-rank.
In a small guild called Eternal Night, there are actually more than three SS-level professionals.
Even though he was a mber of the Dawn Guild and had seen a lot, he still found it shocking.
This Eternal Night Guild is indeed hiding a huge secret.
no.
I must not be caught.
This ssage must be passed on.
Mohen's gaze swept over the charred body on the ground, which was still twitching slightly, his eyes cold.
He can no longer control Chuhe.
May you have good fortune.
The charred remains on the ground seed to sense his intention and emitted a weak, hoarse plea.
"No...don't leave ..."
However, the ink stains were ignored.
He raised his hand and forcefully drew a line in the air in front of him with his fingertips.
Sizzle—
A pitch-black spatial rift appeared out of nowhere.
He can escape once he gets inside.
However, just as Mohen raised his foot to step into the crack...
"roar--!!!"
A battle roar, seemingly from ancient gods and demons, exploded in the depths of his mind without warning!
That wasn't a sound.
Instead, it was an extrely domineering will that forcibly tore through his ntal defenses and imprinted an absolute command deep within his soul.
Mohen's body stiffened abruptly, and his foot, which was stepping towards the crack, stopped in mid-air.
His narrow, phoenix-shaped eyes were instantly consud by a frenzied crimson.
Reason, calculation, and the thought of escape were completely overwheld at this mont.
In his world, there was only one goal left.
It was that man not far away, wielding a giant shield, as unshakeable as a mountain.
Kill him!
Kill that damn bastard!
Mohen let out a beastly roar that sounded inhuman, and his eyes instantly turned red, as if he had seen his mortal enemy who killed his father.
He turned around and charged madly toward Xiang Yu!
Even the half-dead, charred body on the ground was affected by this battle cry.
Chu He's body writhed violently, his charred fingers digging into the ground as he desperately tried to crawl toward Xiang Yu's location.
It made a series of unintelligible, hateful "hoho" sounds.
"die!"
Mohen's figure vanished from the spot and reappeared beside Xiang Yu in the next instant.
He brought his five fingers together like a knife, the tips of which glead with a dark light, and slashed down fiercely at Xiang Yu's neck!
Spatial Rift Slash!
Faced with this fatal blow that could easily slice through alloy armor, Xiang Yu didn't even turn his head.
He simply raised his left arm casually.
"clang--!"
A piercing clang of tal clashing.
That pitch-black slash was actually blocked by Xiang Yu's forearm.
Sparks flew everywhere.
Not even a white mark was left on Xiang Yu's arm.
A savage madness flashed in Mohen's eyes.
When his first attack missed, he vanished again and reappeared behind Xiang Yu. His hands beca afterimages, and dozens of spatial slashes, like a storm, frantically slashed at all of Xiang Yu's vital points, including his back, neck, and knees!
"Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!"
The dense, crisp sounds, like those of a blacksmith's hamr, echoed wildly through the alley.
Xiang Yu stood there quietly, without moving.
He allowed those attacks, powerful enough to tear space apart, to fall upon him.
He was like a statue cast from divine gold, indestructible.
"impossible!"
Mohen appeared to be insane, his attacks becoming faster and more ruthless.
He poured out all the little mana he had left.
"Space distortion!"
He let out a sharp shriek and clasped his hands together abruptly.
The space around Xiang Yu began to twist and fold violently in a strange way, as if to squeeze his whole body into a lump of flesh.
However, Xiang Yu only slightly lowered his waist.
"Buzz—"
An aura as solid as a mountain erupted from him.
He actually managed to hold up that distorted space with pure physical strength!
No matter how the surrounding space folds and compresses, he remains unmoved.
Mohen was completely dumbfounded.
This man's armor was frighteningly high.
It's even stronger than the armor of a hellish boss!
He even doubted that even if he exhausted all his mana, he might not be able to break through the opponent's defense.
In that mont of distraction.
Xiang Yu made his move.
He slowly turned around, and for the first ti, his calm, still eyes t Mohen's gaze.
Then, he raised the giant shield in his hand.
There are no fancy skills or dazzling visual effects.
It's just a simple push forward.
The movents are very slow.
So slow that the ink marks are clearly visible, showing every ancient pattern on the shield.
But he couldn't escape it.
An invisible aura had already locked him in place.
The shield seed to transform into a moving mountain range, carrying an overwhelming weight and domineering force that could crush everything, slowly pressing down on him.
For the first ti, fear appeared in Mohen's eyes.
He wanted to escape, but his body wouldn't obey him; it still frantically wanted to rush forward and attack.
"No...no..."
He could only watch helplessly as the massive black shield grew larger and larger in his pupils.
boom--!!!
A deafeningly loud bang.
Mohen's body flew backward instantly, like a sandbag struck head-on by a battering ram.
His sternum shattered the mont it touched the shield.
He flew in a parabola through the air, crashed heavily into the wall of a building dozens of ters away, bounced back, and fell to the ground like a lump of mud.
Mohen suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with pieces of internal organs.
The frenzied killing intent that had filled his mind, making him want to rush forward and tear the other ❀ Nоvеlігht ❀ (Don’t copy, read here) party apart at all costs, receded like a tide amidst the excruciating pain.
"What an overbearing vengeance skill..."
He struggled, using his still-intact arm to brace himself against the waterlogged ground, trying to stand up from the ruins.
Every movent sent waves of excruciating pain through my entire body, as if it were falling apart.
He leaned against a broken section of the wall and then noticed the rooftop not far away.
A man in a black trench coat was standing there quietly.
In the man's hand, he held an ancient longbow.
The bowstring was already fully drawn, like a full moon.
On the bowstring, an arrow made entirely of starlight gleams with a chilling light.
That single starlight was like the brightest star in the night sky, and also like the cold eyes of death.
Mohen's body froze instantly.
He's been locked down.
A chill ran through him from the depths of his soul, making him too afraid to move even a finger.
He had no doubt that if he made any rash move, the arrow of starlight would pierce his skull in an instant.
It was at this mont.
A figure slowly erged from the shadows at the other end of the alley.
Her long, silver hair fluttered in the night breeze.
However, this is not the end.
"Boom!"
A thunderclap exploded overhead.
Golden lightning tore through the night, carrying a wild and unrestrained figure as it descended from the sky!
"Bang!"
The man landed heavily not far in front of the ink stains, the ground beneath his feet cracking inch by inch.
He held the knife in one hand, and the blade crackled with electricity, evaporating all the surrounding rainwater.
A head of ssy long hair, and a face that carries a hint of vicissitude and unruliness.
It's Yasuo!
At this mont, the alley was completely blocked off by three figures in three directions.
Four SS-level.
In Mohen's mind, only these four words remained, buzzing incessantly.
Moria looked down at him, a faint smile appearing on his lancholy face.
"Having fun running?"
"The ga of cat and mouse should end."
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