Zhou Huai quietly closed his eyes.
Although the information worm's vision had long been swallowed by that boundless darkness, making ◈ Nоvеlіgһт ◈ (Continue reading) it unable to see its surroundings.
However, he could still clearly sense Akiyama's current location and the chaotic and violent energy fluctuations around him through the parasite.
Zhou Huai slowly opened his eyes, his deep gaze clear and bright.
He looked at Polina beside him, his voice flat.
"Kosuke Soma has made his move."
"They must have set up an ambush ahead of us."
A knowing glint flashed in Polina's alluring eyes.
"Just as I expected."
"Karuizawa is the territory of the Kujo family, and it is heavily guarded. I'm afraid they've already deployed a lot of Kujo family influence there."
"It is indeed the wisest choice to ambush them on the way there rather than start a war there."
She paused, then added.
"If we can kill Kujo Hiroharu here, the Omiya family's plan will be more than half complete."
"And what about us?"
In the passenger seat, Karen, who had been silent all along, leaned forward with a hint of eagerness on her face.
"Should we go in and help?"
Zhou Huai shook his head, a strange smile playing on his lips.
No rush.
"Let's wait and see, let them fight first."
...
anwhile, in the battlefield depicted in the painting.
As several Light-type mages from the nine family groups simultaneously made their move.
Several dazzling orbs of light shot into the sky, like several man-made suns, suspended in mid-air.
The holy light instantly tore through the darkness, illuminating the surroundings as bright as day.
Only then did everyone realize that the Kujo family's forces had not scattered in the darkness, and most of their vehicles and personnel were concentrated nearby.
However, the situation is not good.
Many vehicles collided and burst into flas. Many workers were injured and looked terrified, clearly having been ambushed in the darkness.
Before they could even regroup.
"kill!"
In the distance, shouts of battle shook the heavens!
A large number of professionals who had been lying in wait surged in from all directions like a black tide.
Their eyes flashed with a cold killing intent, and the weapons in their hands glead with a bloodthirsty light.
There wasn't a single unnecessary word.
The mont they appeared, countless skills lit up.
Fireballs, ice spikes, wind blades, lightning...
The dense, rain-like ranged attacks converged into a dazzling yet deadly torrent of death, pouring wildly towards the Kujo family's convoy!
"Enemy attack! All personnel on high alert!"
"Protect Lord Hongzhi!"
The various guilds under the Kujo family are not to be underestimated.
After a brief period of panic, the guild leaders imdiately roared out orders.
The surviving professionals sprang into action.
Centered on the vehicle where Hiroharu Kujo was, they quickly organized a defensive formation.
The tank class stood at the forefront, supporting thick energy shields.
The healer chanted incantations, and soft green light fell upon the wounded.
Ranged attackers stood in the rear, launching a fierce counterattack.
In an instant, the battlefield was filled with the roar of energy and the sound of explosions.
Two powerful forces clashed directly and fiercely in this isolated space separated by the painting.
Shouts of battle, screams of agony, and the clanging of weapons clashing together form a bloody symphony of war.
The battle imdiately entered a heated phase from the very beginning.
However, the Kujo family was caught off guard and their formation was scattered.
The Ōmiya family, on the other hand, ca prepared and cooperated seamlessly.
Furthermore, this world within the painting is, in fact, Kosuke Soma's ho turf.
The seemingly solid, dark ground beneath my feet seed to writhe and undulate as if it were alive.
Every now and then, grotesque ink monsters would burst out of the ground and ambush the Kujo family's professionals from behind.
Or the ground might suddenly turn into a mud pit, trapping people and making them unable to move.
The exchange lasted only a few minutes.
The Kujo family had already suffered heavy casualties, their defenses had been breached in several places, and they were on the verge of collapse.
Just then, Wada Hirayama charged into the Ōmiya family's ranks like a raging dragon.
There was no earth-shattering energy burst, nor any dazzling skill effects.
He simply jumped off the roof of the car, like a falling teorite, crashing into the most densely populated area of the crowd.
Then, he drew his sword.
"Whoosh!"
A silver streak flashed and disappeared into the darkness.
It's so fast that it's impossible for the naked eye to perceive it.
When the glint of the sword faded.
He Tianpingshan's figure had already appeared ten ters away.
With his back to the area behind him, he slowly sheathed his katana with a soft "click".
Behind him, ti seed to stand still for a mont.
Imdiately afterwards.
"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"
More than a dozen heads shot into the sky, their faces still frozen in shock and bewildernt.
Warm blood gushed out like a fountain from the severed neck, turning the night sky into an eerie crimson.
Dozens of headless corpses then collapsed to the ground with a thud.
"It's Wada Hirayama!!"
"Quickly! Scatter!"
Within the Omiya family's group, soone quickly gave instructions.
However, Heiyama did not give them any chance to catch their breath.
His figure disappeared from the spot once again.
The next second, he appeared in front of a tank class wielding a giant shield.
The professional didn't even have ti to react; all he saw was a blur.
"Clang!"
A piercing clang of tal clashing.
The massive alloy shield in his hand, capable of withstanding artillery fire, along with his body, was cleanly cleaved in two by a single strike.
The cut is as smooth as a mirror.
He Tianpingshan's figure never stopped, weaving through the crowd.
Every ti he strikes, it's simple, direct, and deadly.
There were no unnecessary movents, and not a single ounce of effort was wasted.
Where the blade flashes, limbs are severed and blood flows like a river.
He didn't seem to be fighting; he was more like a ruthless butcher reaping a flock of lambs waiting to be slaughtered.
"Archer! Mage! Focus fire on him!"
A commander from the Ōmiya family roared at the top of his lungs.
The ranged attackers behind them suddenly realized what was happening and imdiately unleashed all their skills towards Hetian Pingshan.
Fireball, ice arrow, lightning...
A barrage of attacks covered that area.
However, Heiyama Wada rely touched the ground with his toes.
He transford into a blurry afterimage, moving effortlessly through the gaps in the barrage of comnts using a bizarre thod that defied the laws of physics.
A high-level SS-rank professional was ultimately too overwhelming for them.
They had absolutely no chance to fight back.
It can influence the battlefield situation in an instant.
In a short ti, the roles of offense and defense shifted.
"Protect the back row!"
"We can't stop him! We simply can't stop him!"
The Ōmiya family's front line completely collapsed under the attack of Wada Hirayama alone.
Just then.
Three figures surged forward from the crowd of the Kujo family, heading straight towards the raging "mad dragon."
They were three elderly n with white hair and beards.
They all exuded a powerful aura as solid as mountains.
Each and every one of them is a legendary professional with a level of over 70!
This is the true foundation of the Ōmiya family.
"Yamada-kun!"
"Nakamura-kun!"
One of the elderly n, holding a staff, spoke in a deep voice to the other two.
"The ti has co to serve my family faithfully!"
The other two old n didn't speak, but nodded heavily, their eyes filled with a resolute determination to die for their cause.
They knew very well that even if the three of them joined forces, they would still face a near-certain death when facing a powerful figure like Wada Hirayama.
But at this point, there was no turning back.
"kill!"
The three exchanged a glance, then simultaneously let out a roar and charged towards Hetian Pingshan from three different directions.
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