Chapter 1757 - 449: The Art of Assassination, A Narrow Encounter

Chapter 1757: Chapter 449: The Art of Assassination, A Narrow Encounter

He flickered as if between different coordinates, and every time he appeared he would interrupt a warrior’s Protective Gang Qi.

The sudden wrenching away of Strength made the Split Stone Battle Group’s frontline warriors’ movements stall, leaving huge openings.

In that instant when old force was spent and new force had yet to rise, the Mist Army’s combined assault began.

Just as one warrior’s Gang Qi was slapped apart by the assassin who Instant Teleported behind him, a Dagger silently stabbed out of the shadow on his left, accurately thrusting into the gap beneath his armpit Armor.

The sharp pain twisted his movements, and almost at the same moment, the air on his right distorted, another cold gleam already slicing toward his throat.

A Damage Taker player roared as he tried to recondense his Qi-Blood, but Magic Spiritual Patterns suddenly surfaced beneath his feet, and his legs were instantly bound by "Fog Binding Technique."

As he struggled with all his strength, a figure dropped down inverted above his head, twin Daggers crossing, shearing toward his skull like scissors.

The first assassins to appear were like bait and shield-breakers, using Instant Teleportation and Avatars to disrupt vision and strip defense.

The ones who truly delivered the killing blows were the Mist Army’s hunting squads; they were like vipers lurking in the dark, launching their attacks in the exact moment the target’s defense collapsed, ensuring a guaranteed kill.

The sound of blades sinking into flesh, Armor tearing, and dying groans rang densely across Split Stone Guild’s frontline.

Streams of Mist burst like fireworks along the front line, one after another.

The Split Stone Guild’s formation, starting from its Solid front row, was being brutally torn open in gap after gap.

"Oath Space—watch for my Marked silhouettes and break their coordination."

Mountain Splitting Stone responded quickly.

Hearing the order, the frontline warriors and Damage Taker players roared as they locked onto the flickering Mingwu members around them, one after another activating their Oath Space trait and forcibly dragging Mist Army members into 1V1 Spaces.

But this was the very moment when despair truly began.

When the warriors of the Split Stone Battle Group, carrying the resolve to fight to the death, faced their opponents inside the Independent Spaces...

What they saw was not panicked confusion from broken teamwork, but pairs of bloodthirsty eyes.

All those Ye Ming had brought to Recovery were the strongest Mingwu warriors who had crawled out of corpse-mountains and Blood Seas after countless brushes with death.

Before they ever became players, every battle they went through had nothing to do with winning or losing—only life or death.

Their honing of killing technique had long been carved into their souls, fused into their instincts.

Those who failed to learn had already died on the battlefield.

In technique, in experience, and in their attitude toward combat, they crushed the players of the Split Stone Battle Group on multiple levels.

In one of the Spaces.

A Damage Taker player had just raised his Giant Shield when the Mingwu warrior before him slid sideways into his blind spot with a gliding step.

The Dagger struck precisely at his elbow, Sealing Spirit Attribute flooding in; a sour numbness instantly spread, and the Damage Taker’s body tilted ever so slightly.

In that instant of opening, the second Dagger shot up from beneath the Shield like a viper, burying itself in his throat.

In another Space, a Split Stone Berserker famed for his ferocity roared as he charged, Battle Axe whirling wildly.

Yet his opponent moved like a weightless ghost, footwork precise to the millimeter, effortlessly sidestepping the axe blades; each Dagger parry and block tapped exactly at the Battle Axe’s weakest points of Strength, scraping out sounds that set teeth on edge.

The Berserker’s offensive raged like a storm, but couldn’t even brush the edge of the enemy’s clothes.

Instead, his full-power swings that cut only air left him riddled with openings, and in the end his stance was shattered by a string of continuous execution strikes.

These Mingwu Warriors, recovered in the guise of players, displayed a level of personal strength in the 1V1 Spaces that plunged Split Stone Guild into despair.

One Oath Space after another shattered and dissolved.

Ye Xie, once the Mingwu Emperor, also moved at this moment, unleashing "Dissolving Fog," a skill developed by fusing his Life Soul Characteristic.

He slowly raised his Right Hand, palm facing upward.

Energy heavy with the stench of decay and death gathered in his palm.

With a low hum, he gently pushed this Energy outward, himself as the center.

Under the blessing of the Diffusion Attribute, the gray-violet Mist spread in all directions with startling Speed, as if it possessed Life.

Wherever the Mist passed, imbued with Corrosion, the cracked earth seemed to lose all vitality, turning ashen and dead.

Panic-stricken shouts erupted within Split Stone Guild’s formation.

This uncanny Mist not only inflicted continuous Life loss and intense Corrosion, it also severely disrupted their vision, plunging their formation into total Chaos.

Yet the Dissolving Fog had no effect whatsoever on the flickering Mist Army assassins.

Under Ye Xie’s Eagle Head Perception and Control, the Mist actively curved away from his own assassins, but clung to every member of Split Stone Guild like maggots on bone.

For Split Stone Guild, the true Nightmare had only just begun.

In the low-visibility Erosive Poison fog, the ghostlike Mist Army assassins became invisible reapers.

"Puff!" A cold flash in the Mist; an assisting Support who was struggling to dispel negative states crumpled softly to the ground.

"Fuck." A warrior swung his weapon, sweeping at the surrounding Mist, only to have his back heart pierced by a Dagger behind him carrying a Critical Strike Attribute.

Screams rose and fell in the thick fog.

Split Stone Guild’s members were like flies trapped in a spiderweb, silently harvested one by one under the double torment of Corrosion and the unknown.

They couldn’t even find a trace of the enemy’s shadow.

Guildmaster Mountain Splitting Stone swung his Giant Hammer, bellowing as he charged blindly through the Mist, but could hit only air and the occasional passing afterimage.

The Gang Qi covering his body sizzled under the Mist’s Corrosion, and his Life Value kept steadily dropping.