Published: February 13, 2025
The shadow passed through the bodies of these people as it left, but when it returned, it was not the same.
Originally, there were not many who attacked Ye Zhongming, only a little over ten. The shadows had passed through their bodies before, and although there was concern about potential troubles later, there was no unusual behavior at that moment. They just needed to kill Ye Zhongming, and any future consequences could likely be avoided.
Unfortunately, at the moment their weapons were drawn, the shadows returned and no longer passed through their bodies but instead launched a fierce attack against them.
The attack was simple; the shadows transformed into black blades, cutting towards their targets.
The sounds of "pu pu pu" echoed continuously as the bodies of the outermost individuals were directly sliced open, blood spraying out instantly.
The commotion naturally affected the people in front, causing them to slow down slightly in their movements.
This was a normal reaction. If they were ordinary people, they would have been unable to help but turn back or jump away at this point. It was their years of combat experience and psychological resilience that prevented them from fleeing the moment they sensed danger, choosing instead to continue their assault.
Ye Zhongming blocked the attacks with the daggers in both hands, but still took four or five hits to his body, just barely avoiding any fatal wounds.
They were all opponents of the same level, and dodging such attacks was no easy feat. His body immediately lost control and flew towards a specific direction.
This direction was carefully chosen by Ye Zhongming. Not only could he temporarily create distance from his opponents, but it also brought him closer to Jie Su, and the white dragon horse was on that side as well.
The first wave of attackers immediately followed, not wanting to give Ye Zhongming a chance to breathe.
Previously, they had been worried because Ye Zhongming’s displayed strength far exceeded his fuleira level, which was why they had sent a hundred-man squad to deal with him.
But now they were even more frightened. Just a moment ago, those shadows had killed four of their companions, leaving only thirteen of them.
At the same time, they felt unfamiliar with the abilities Ye Zhongming was using, only vaguely guessing that it was likely an assassination technique from the Star-Eye Clan.
However, was the skill of a small race really this terrifying? Among the Hall People, they were considered experts. After all, true experts were only a small portion, and most people’s fuleira levels would never exceed one hundred thousand in their lifetime. The number of those above fifty thousand was not too many either.
But how could they not be afraid when four of them were killed without being able to block a single attack?
Ye Zhongming quickly dodged, but the skills from behind exploded, and the energy impact made his already injured body feel even worse. In front of him, the first arriving enemy had already transformed into a terrifying figure, almost filling his field of vision.
The King of Cloud Summit suddenly increased the gravity control, and the already broken black earth armor refreshed. He then tilted to one side and actively approached.
He was meeting the opponent's weapon head-on.
Clearly, this “suicidal” behavior stunned the opponent for a moment, but their attack did not cease.
The Hall People's expert thought that whether it was a trap or a mistake on the opponent's part, he still needed to bring his weapon down. He did not believe that this person could survive! Even if his attack was weakened due to the abnormal gravity, it would still be terrifying.
In fact, his weapon did come crashing down and did hit Ye Zhongming. However, at the moment of impact, one of Ye Zhongming's weapons sliced across the opponent's neck, while a cold light shot out from the other hand.
Faced with the counterattack, the Hall People's expert suddenly found a piece of metal sticking out from his neck—that was from his armor. He felt pain and even sensed that his throat had cracked, yet a smile remained on his face. He knew he was merely injured, but the opponent would die. Even if he withstood his attack, his remaining companions would easily kill him during the brief moment he lost control of his body.