Monsters Are Coming

The arrival of five hundred Dark Race Warriors immediately drew the attention of the nearby players.

Their appearance reminded the players of the Evil Armor Clan they had once faced, but the evil aura emanating from them was even more intense.

At this moment, the pitch-black armor on each Dark Race Warrior seemed to devour the surrounding light, their cold aura spreading tangibly through the seawater.

The blades in their hands trembled incessantly, as if eager to drink blood and slay enemies.

The director stepped forward again, grinning as he said:

"It's my turn to show off."

Immediately, the Dark Race Warriors behind him simultaneously roused their Qi-Blood, their bodies emitting a roaring sound that caused the nearby seawater to surge violently.

The powerful Qi-Blood fluctuations continuously spread, like a raging tsunami.

At this moment, the director raised his right hand and snapped his fingers underwater, producing a soundless click.

In an instant, the five hundred Dark Race Warriors behind him turned into black lightning, shooting in all directions while the director remained standing there, as if a black peacock tail had unfurled behind him.

Soon, the Dark Race Warriors behind him had all disappeared.

They were like evil beasts emerging from the Abyss, swirling the seawater into vortices wherever they went.

In the seawater, the black light blades in their hands traced deadly arcs, each swing infused with Dark Race Power.

A large Ghost Scorpion waved its thick pincers in an attempt to resist, but a Dark Race Warrior slashed them off with one swipe, then thrust the blade straight into its head, instantly piercing its skull. Thick, light blue blood spread through the seawater, then was absorbed into the warrior's body under the pull of his power.

Another Dark Race Warrior flickered, diving into the midst of a group of Ghost Scorpions. His body suddenly spun, forming a black storm. The rotating blades shredded the nearby Ghost Scorpions into pieces.

The tentacles and shell fragments of the Ghost Scorpions scattered through the seawater, and cries of pain echoed on the seafloor.

The Dark Race Warriors in battle kept their gazes cold and determined, showing no mercy. Each move they made was precise and deadly. Check latest chapters at noveⅼfire.net

The leading An Shui was even more ferocious, suddenly closing in on the Ghost Scorpion group.

The blade in his hand slashed down from above, shooting several black Ren Bo, instantly slicing three Ghost Scorpions below into fragments.

Another Dark Race Warrior wrapped his blade with his Qi Blood Energy and threw it, the black light flashing through the seawater. The blade, like a black Meteor, pierced through the bodies of multiple Ghost Scorpions instantly.

In terms of combat ability, the Dark Race Warriors are born warriors.

Even though they are very downtrodden now, they were once a cross-world plundering force, with no interruptions in the development of their civilization.

The reincarnation rule of Death Points they mastered bestowed the Dark Race Warriors with countless combat talents to choose from.

Each Dark Race Warrior has different abilities, all are warriors nurtured in slaughter, instantly taking control of the battle rhythm upon entering the field.

In terms of Hunting Level, An Shui's Hunting Level is 90+, while the other Dark Race Warriors are all above Level 70.

Whether in combat techniques, teamwork, or ability usage, the Dark Race Warriors have an absolute overwhelming advantage.

The battle continues.

The five hundred Dark Race Warriors moved as if they were one.

The fluidity of their actions seemed like it had been rehearsed countless times, with every step and every blade swing perfectly synchronized.

They didn't even need verbal communication in battle, as the Bloodline Resonance of the Dark Race Warriors automatically activated.

Starting with synchronized breathing rhythms, they gradually began to have five hundred hearts beating at the same frequency, followed by five hundred pairs of eyes sharing the same field of vision.

When An Shui rushed into the Ghost Scorpion group first, his movements acted like a signal, instantly igniting the battle rhythm of the Dark Race Warriors.

The blade in An Shui's hand sliced through the seawater, targeting a Ghost Scorpion's head.

Behind him, the second Dark Race Warrior had already followed like a shadow, sweeping his blade horizontally to slash a Ghost Scorpion attempting to attack An Shui in half.

The third warrior then dove in from above, stabbing his blade straight down, precisely piercing the head of a Ghost Scorpion in front of An Shui.

This was followed by the fourth, fifth warrior... like a death whirlwind, sweeping forward methodically.

The cooperation throughout was seamless, like a meticulously choreographed death dance.

Each time a warrior swung his blade, another was already guarding his blind spot.

Each time a warrior advanced, another was covering his side flank.

There was no hesitation in their movements during combat, as if they could anticipate each other's next moves.

At this moment, a massive Ghost Scorpion attempted to launch a sneak attack from the left front of the Dark Race Crystal, flinging its tentacles outward.

Before the tentacles could get close, three Dark Race Warriors simultaneously turned, their blades interlacing to form an impenetrable death net.

The tentacles of the Ghost Scorpion were instantly shredded into pieces by the three blades.

Immediately after, a warrior flashed in from the other side, his blade stabbing straight, shattering the Ghost Scorpion's skull.

The battle rhythm of the Dark Race Warriors surged like the tide, one wave after another.

Whenever the Ghost Scorpion group tried to rally a counterattack, the Dark Race Warriors would quickly split, surround, and annihilate them with even faster speed.

Their figures crisscrossed in the deep sea, tracing sharp paths in the dim seawater, like countless black lightning bolts rampaging across the seabed.

The equally intelligent Ghost Scorpions sensed something was amiss, raised their heads and screeched, as a thousand more Ghost Scorpions surged from all directions, trying to overwhelm the Dark Race Warriors with sheer numbers.

The five hundred Dark Race Warriors once again demonstrated their unparalleled tacit understanding.

They swiftly divided into several squads, each squad like a sharp blade, stabbing directly into the heart of the Ghost Scorpion group.

The squads responded to each other, sometimes dispersing, sometimes converging, slicing the Ghost Scorpion group into tatters.