Monsters Are Coming

A hundred meters ahead, dozens of Spirit Breath Warriors were retreating in panic.

With enhanced senses from the attribute boost, the assassin players could even hear the rapid breathing and the subtle friction sounds at the joints of the Biological Armor as they ran.

He could instantly determine that fear had robbed these Spirit Breath Warriors of their fighting spirit, and they were now only thinking of escaping this land of death.

But, naturally, he would not let them succeed.

"Extreme Speed, activate!"

The player slightly curled his lips, and his pupils suddenly contracted; everything in his vision became slow.

Time seemed to stretch at that moment.

Under the trait's reinforcement, his figure suddenly blurred, transforming into a bloody afterimage that cut into the retreating warriors like a bolt of lightning.

The first person, the dagger stabbed into the back of the neck like a viper, tearing through the Biological Armor's protective layer like paper, the blade precisely severing the central nervous system.

The locked-on Spirit Breath Warrior didn't even have time to grunt before collapsing limply.

The second person, a bloody cold gleam swept across the throat; before the blood could spray, the player's figure ghostly flashed to the back of the third person.

The dagger slanted upward from below, the blade tip precisely piercing the gap between the Spirit Breath Warrior's chin and breathing mask, penetrating the head.

The warrior's body was still propelled by inertia, but the head drooped weakly.

The fourth person, as the player spun past, the dagger rotated half a circle in his fingers and was held tightly, stabbing into the neck in a reverse grip.

The moment the blood arrow shot out, the assassin player had already advanced in front, the dagger penetrating the fifth person's back armor, precisely stabbing into the blue heart at the center of the chest, withdrawing the dagger and bringing a streak of blue with it.

The fifth person, the player slid along the ground, the dagger cutting across from below, placing a Forbidden Blade Mark.

As he rose, he threw the dagger, piercing the head of a Spirit Breath Warrior ahead.

When the dagger emitted a cold light from this warrior's forehead, the player, fueled by Extreme Speed, was already beside it, precisely grasping the dagger handle at the moment it penetrated the forehead, effortlessly killing a Spirit Breath Warrior on the left side.

The sixth person, the seventh person, the eighth person...

The actions of the assassin players were fluid like water, each move capable of locking onto weaknesses with precision through the Insight trait, dragging a trail of death as he ran forward.

The dagger continuously drew arcs of bloody brilliance in the air, each flicker of his figure accompanied by the silent fall of a Spirit Breath Warrior.

Whoosh!

Crack!

The subtle sound of cutting continually arose, and these Spirit Breath Warriors didn't even see the figure of the assassin players.

They just felt a breeze pass by.

In just over ten seconds, the assassin players pierced through the fleeing Spirit Breath Warriors, reaching the foremost Spirit Breath Warrior.

When this leading warrior sensed something was amiss and turned around in panic, the bloody dagger enlarged in his eyes, then penetrated through the center of his forehead.

Thud!

The body fell to the ground.

The assassin players slowly straightened their bodies, flicking the blood droplets off the dagger, their eyes coldly sweeping around.

Behind him, dozens of Spirit Breath Warriors lay dead.

No screams, no struggles, not even a chance to resist.

They didn't even know how they died; in just a moment, life was harvested completely.

The player snorted lightly, the bloody dagger revolving in his fingers, eventually disappearing into his sleeve.

"Brother Guide, is there anything valuable on the ground?" The cold demeanor on the assassin player's face suddenly dissipated, looking ingratiatingly at the Guiding Water Ball floating beside him.

[There are three repair fluids in the left fourth pocket, worth some money; all other equipment should be sacrificed to the Sacrificial Emperor.]

"Thank you, Brother Guide."

After dumping all the equipment left by the Spirit Breath Warriors into the Emperor Zhao Recycling Station.

The assassin players leapt and disappeared into the shadows again, searching for new prey in Twilight Shadow Form.

In the southwestern corner of the city, atop a towering building.

A player raised his hand and pulled the air, flames swirling around his fingers, eventually condensing into a majestically fierce Fiery Flame Longbow.

The bow's body flowed with lava-like patterns, and the bowstring was made of Fire Element Enchantment Particles.

The archer player's gaze scanned below, slowly drawing the bowstring, and instantly a burning Qi Blood Arrow formed out of thin air. For more chapters visıt novelꜰire.net

The flames dancing atop the arrowhead were gilded with a golden hue under the Power Barbarian Axe trait's reinforcement.

At this moment, there was the voice of a teammate in the team chat channel:

"Brother Yan, I have killed 13 already, why haven't you even started? Stop leeching off the benefits, hurry up and get moving."

"The area I landed in is full of Magic Groups, I can't compete with them, I'm about to start now, don't bug me."

Having said that, the archer player's pupils contracted.

"The first one," he murmured lightly, then relaxed his fingers.

The moment the Qi Blood Flame Arrow left the bowstring, it dragged a blood-red trail.

A Spirit Breath Warrior organizing the defense below didn't even have time to look up; the arrow had already pierced through his chest.

No blood splattered; the wound was instantly carbonized by the high temperature.

The warrior looked down in bewilderment at the bowl-sized hole in his chest, the edges flickering with sparks, then fell straight down.

"The second one."

Another arrow was shot out, this time targeting a Spirit Breath Warrior who was activating a defense device.

After marking, the arrow precisely hit the forehead of this Spirit Breath Warrior, the entire head exploding with a roar.

Panic spread among the Spirit Breath Warriors.

They frantically sought cover, but in the eyes of the archer player, all hiding was futile.

With the Spiritual Eyes Attribute activated, there were no obstacles in his vision anymore.

As long as the target was marked, it meant a 100% hit rate.

After marking all the targets in his sight, the player activated the Scattered Arrow trait.