Qing didn't care about the disputes in the live broadcast room; he just quietly said, "Yu Fei, send the map over."
"Alright, Qing Team," Yu Fei imdiately replied, "I'll send the map to you right away."
But after the map was sent over, Yu Fei suddenly thought of sothing and opened his mouth—he always felt that sothing was not quite right. According to the data, the Jiefulite Red Cloak Team's target in the Elf Ruins—they should be dealing with a newcor.
Even if there has been growth over half a year, reaching around Level 20 seed too fast. Besides, the level is one thing, but the opponent's seasoned combat performance always gave him the feeling of sparring with those retired instructors in training camps.
He knew that the trainee ntors hired by the Descendants of Flor were almost all top-tier Invokers, but how could a newcor give him such a sense of oppression? He wondered if he was perhaps mistaken.
Moreover, why could the opponent fight with him in the absence of the Magic Guided Reactor? This was yet another thing he couldn't decipher.
He instinctively wanted to remind the opponent, but upon thinking about it, he held back. Speaking highly of the capabilities of a newcor seed like an excuse, and they, wanting to enter the troupe in the future, certainly wouldn't want to leave a bad impression in the eyes of the captain.
And more importantly, a dignified Dragon Knight needing his reminder—such a thing had never been heard of.
Thinking of this, he no longer spoke.
...
The mont the communication broke off, Dongyue was actually not dead.
He was only forced to watch as a pitch-black blade shattered the Communication Crystal in his hand to pieces. The flying crystal shards even drew a bloody line across his face, but he had no ti to worry about it and raised his Heavy Shield to block.
Then, from a mass of black mist, a very strange Construct flashed—a Variant Construct he had never seen before appeared. It wasn't that he hadn't encountered the Energy Angel of the Silver Weslan—but it was hard to say that this entirely black, golden fla flickering between its joints, head encircled by a sensing field ring of dark flas, could be called an Energy Angel.
A Fallen Angel would be apt.
But the physique of the opponent was indeed the sa as an Energy Angel, with slender foot and arm blades, a graceful maiden-like form, undoubtedly one of the iconic features of an Energy Angel.
Yet their movents were incredibly fast, not at all like a Level 15 Variant Construct, in terms of Strength, Agility, or Balance. All are top-notch, and its oppressive nature is almost on par with a Level 25 Elite humanoid Monster.
But the most terrifying thing was the person controlling it.
Dongyue looked up.
At the boy standing nearby, eyes closed.
He rely raised his right hand, strands of Golden Fla connected to each Flexible Construct in the space. Behind him, it was as if a black tornado was brewing, but it wasn't a tornado; it was countless black Clockwork Fairies.
They almost resembled a torrent, charging at him and Ming—Ming was the young man previously affected by the Flash Grenade, whose vision in the dark seed sowhat impaired, making the current attack from the opponent appear difficult to handle.
But wasn't he in the sa situation?
Dongyue, looking at the densely packed Clockwork Fairies, couldn't help but feel his scalp tingle. How could one person control so many Flexible Constructs? They seed more like a swarm of insects flying all over.
He lifted his Heavy Shield, blocking an Energy Angel's strike, but the dark-colored maiden figure blinked and vanished before him as if translucent. A mont later, she divided and reappeared behind him. He was shocked—could the Energy Angel's Blink be used this way? He turned hurriedly, parrying the Energy Angel's sword with his own.
However, another Energy Angel's blade pierced his left arm. In pain, his Heavy Shield fell heavily to the ground.
With this lapse, Ming finally found himself exposed to Fang Hong's attack, a surging black torrent with a buzzing sound rushing towards him. Ming let out a terrified scream, dropping his Heavy Crossbow and retreating rapidly.
Yet Fang Hong, eyes closed, tilted his head slightly in that direction.
"Nini, calculate."
"Papa, Nini's on it!"
Fang Hong, eyes closed, seemingly 'saw' a silver line in the darkness, extending continuously into the distance. He turned his right hand, spread his fingers, and pointed confidently in that direction. Nurous Clockwork Fairies suddenly vanished.
Then, almost imdiately, they aligned to form a massive matrix around the fleeing Crossbow Shooter from all sides, and in the surrounding space.
Fang Hong clenched his hand.
A black light flashed, dark flas swept outward into an explosive halo, yet silently, not affecting the surrounding cave. Only where the flas passed, Fang Hong's Constructs, including the Crossbow Shooter, instantly turned to Ashes.
Fang Hong had no ti to lant for his Clockwork Fairies, turning instead to face the Descendants of Flor's leader before him.
Dongyue laughed grimly, not bothering to pick up his Heavy Shield, rely raising his sword to charge at him.
But without a shield, what threat could an Iron Guard pose?
A mont later, seven sword wounds covered him, falling amid the siege of six Energy Angels. Dongyue sighed greatly, coughed, blood spilling from his mouth beneath crossed swords—yet he raised his head, gazing resolutely at Fang Hong.
Then his eyes dimd.
Fang Hong withdrew his hand.
Six Energy Angels extracted their blades from the leader's body, causing him to fall heavily to the ground, dissolving into white light.
"An unfair victory," R watched, comnting lightly.
Miya said nothing.
Only then did Fang Hong exhale faintly, opening his eyes, raising his hand where a flash of Golden Fla appeared in his palm—the reflection on his retina still showed a clear BUFF:
'Power of the Dragon Witch: Temporarily gain the strength of Golden Fla Eyes, attributes rise to Level 33, and gain affinity to Dark Elent.'
'The Fla of Dark burns fiercely within you—'
Although he didn't glance at the result of the Combat, he turned around, golden light in his eyes gradually fading. In the pitch-black cave, it was as clear as day in his vision, and a mont later, he saw in that direction the half-kneeling girl, her face pale to the extre.
He was willing to sacrifice his Clockwork Fairies for a swift resolution precisely for this reason.
He was overusing Eve's power.
"Are you alright?" He walked over, asking softly.
And the girl, sowhat weak, lifted her head to look at him.
...
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