Stronger with More Jobs

Chapter 670 - 288: The Rest Is Up to You!

Before the words had even fully left his mouth, his figure suddenly shot up.

Speed fast as an arrow released from the bowstring, his target directed at the left, where a barely perceptible emotional fluctuation had just occurred in the darkness due to his words.

His senses were greatly suppressed, so he could only rely on experience and intuition.

The longsword in his hand directly targeted the vital spot of that fluctuation’s source.

"Found you, die!"

However, just as his longsword was thrust out...

Clang——!!!

An ear-piercing metallic explosion suddenly erupted.

Sparks burst forth in the darkness!

A blade thin as a cicada’s wing, emanating a biting chill, seemed to emerge from the void, expertly blocking his lethal strike.

The burly man in the black robe’s pupils contracted sharply.

He looked in disbelief at the figure slowly emerging from the darkness ahead.

Wei Banmeng wielded the Profound Qilin Double Blades, the aura around her as cold as ice.

Her figure appeared and disappeared, seemingly merging with this Eternal Night.

She looked at the black-robed man, who was close enough to touch and full of shock, and her voice, cold as flowing ice water, clearly reached the ears of every black-robed man:

"A joke?"

"Next..."

"Despair... it’s you all who should despair!!!"

"Kill——!!!"

With Wei Banmeng’s last words, it was as if a charge horn was sounded.

Buzz!!!

The entire Dark Domain seemed to come alive, violently writhing and boiling.

In the eyes of the remaining eleven black-robed men, the viscous darkness was like boiling ink, with countless blurred figures suddenly flashing like specters from within.

Where there was nothing a second before, the next second was teeming with killing intent.

"Behind us!"

"Watch above!"

"Left side! Ah——!"

Screams, the sound of weapons clashing, and the burst of Qi Blood instantly shattered the silence.

The members of Dawn, each like a Shadow Assassin blessed by the Eternal Night.

This was the role of Fang Qingyu’s Eternal Night Territory, concealing their aura, affecting the enemy’s perception.

When every person of Dawn was shrouded in darkness, it meant they achieved the pinnacle in speed and stealth...

The black-robed men could not preempt their attacks.

And the people of Dawn would strike and retreat, never lingering for battle.

Their figures flashed in the darkness, blending once again into the ink-like dark, vanishing without a trace!

Meanwhile, the speed the black-robed men prided themselves on was greatly diminished in this perception-suppressing, position-distorting Dark Domain.

Their admirable coordinated attacks,

unable to effectively communicate and locate their teammates, were rendered useless.

They could only passively form a defensive circle back to back, like a reef in stormy waves, enduring relentless attacks from all directions.

Puchi!

A sharp blade light flashed, instantly piercing through a black-robed man’s scapula, spurting blood!

Boom!

A searing fireball exploded at his feet, with violent shockwaves knocking him backward, causing a gap in their defense circle.

"Fill the gap! Quickly fill the gap!"

Someone roared.

However, as soon as the gap appeared, several attacks filled with deep-seated hatred crashed through the gap like sharks sensing blood.

"Ugh——!"

Another black-robed man was simultaneously hit by several attacks, screaming as he was flung away, his figure swallowed by the writhing darkness, leaving only a resounding thud.

Terror! Absolute terror!

The black-robed men finally realized, they were the prey.

In this dark realm of avengers, they were moths caught in the web.

Those once considered "cargo" were now the deadliest Shadow Hunters, venting long-repressed hatred with their blood and lives.

"Back to back! Don’t scatter! Hold on! Wait for the Commander and the others..."

A black-robed man, looking like a small leader, screamed hoarsely trying to stabilize the situation.

But his voice carried an uncontrollable tremor.

Responding to him were even denser, more deadly attacks from the darkness.

Despair, like this eternal night, completely engulfed them.

...

Meanwhile, elsewhere.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Thundering impacts, explosions of thunder, and furious roars intertwined madly in the core dark area.

Ji Wuying and his companions were in the most embarrassing state.

Their black robes had long been torn to shreds in the fierce battle, revealing the scorched battle armor beneath.

Their faces, arms covered with charred wounds from the Shenxiao Thunder, flesh exposed and smoking.

Originally neat hair,

now stood on end like a lightning-struck chicken coop, mixed with ice flakes and the smell of burning.

The "Shadow Killing Array" they jointly constructed was already shattered by the violent Shenxiao Power.

Their prideful speed lost all efficacy before Fang Qingyu.

Every apparently fatal assault,

would be narrowly dodged by Fang Qingyu or forcibly interrupted by a precisely struck Thunder!

Boom!

A dark gold Shenxiao of wrist-thick unpredictably struck down from above Ji Wuying’s head.

Forcing him to roll awkwardly to dodge.

Shhraa!

Along Ji Wuying’s rolling path, an electric net suddenly rose from the ground, like a lightning serpent ready to devour.

"Get lost!"

Ji Wuying roared, his Qi Blood exploding to shatter the electric net.

Only to be struck on the back by a sword aura that followed, his inner armor exploding, blood flowing.

Ji Wuhen and Ji Wufeng attempted to rescue him.

But were tightly entangled by two Thunder Spears casually thrown by Fang Qingyu, unable to move.

Frustration! Ultimate frustration!

Though they possessed the overwhelming power of Tier Three Martial Saints, they seemed stuck in a mire, toyed within the opponent’s grasp.

The ubiquitous, perfectly controlled lightning seemed to dominate this dark domain.