He looked at the dwindling number of companions around him, listened to the shrill screams in his ears, and a deep sense of powerlessness seized him.
The so-called Iron Wall of their Split Stone Guild was vulnerable like paper in the face of absolute strength.
On the other side.
Night Ming himself, as the core figure in this battle, acted with utmost simplicity.
With a flash, he appeared at the side of a warrior, the chain dagger winding past the shield's edge like a venomous snake, striking the weak spot under the warrior's armpit with a critical strike attribute, and his figure soon faded.
The next second, he was behind a mage trying to release range control skills, the dagger precisely stabbing into the back of the neck, disappearing again.
Each time he appeared was less than half a second, each attack wielded only one sword, after the strike, regardless of hit or miss, he never lingered in battle, instantly vanishing.
