With godlike talent from the start, how did he become invincible?

Chapter 474 The Chaotic West

"Killing you would dirty my hands."

Li Yan turned around and walked towards the valley.

"You have three seconds. Run as far as you can."

Liu Xiong was stunned.

Immediately, he stood up abruptly and ran forward like a madman.

three seconds.

He ran thirty meters.

Then, a soft sigh came from behind.

"【Starfall】!!!"

A huge fireball fell from the sky and hit him squarely on the head.

A flash of white light.

Liu Xiong died.

......

In the valley, the members of the Burning Sky Guild had already cleared out all the remnants of the "Wilderness Hunters".

A young man dressed in a bright red robe walked up to Li Yan.

"President, there were 103 people in total. Annihilate them all."

Li Yan nodded.

"What about the losses?"

The young man smiled.

"zero."

Li Yan's lips curled up slightly.

"good."

He looked into the distance, towards the border.

"Lin Tian, ​​we'll see each other soon."

The young man's eyes lit up.

"President, would you like to meet him?"

Li Yan shook his head.

"No rush. We can look into it next time there's an overlap."

He turned and looked at the members who were resting in the valley.

"Keep killing monsters. Clear this valley before dawn."

"yes!"

The members of the Burning Heaven Guild rejoined the battle.

Those monsters that other players find difficult to kill are like lambs to the slaughter in front of them.

One after another, they fell down.

Points accumulate little by little in your account.

Li Yan stood on the rock, calmly observing everything.

For him, this was just a normal routine.

But for those who live independently, this is an unattainable dream.

In the distance, the night remained deep.

In the wilderness of the East, countless people are still struggling to survive.

But in this valley, there is only crushing.

A complete and utter crushing defeat.

......

The twelfth hour after the first overlap period ends.

Western border.

If the nights in the East are filled with fear and struggle, then the nights in the West are utter purgatory.

The number of players in the Western Regions is nearly 12,000 fewer than before the first overlap period began.

Of these, at least eight thousand died at the hands of Eastern Realm players during that thirty-minute overlap period.

With double points and a 60% boost, players from the Eastern Realm went on a killing spree.

The remaining four thousand people died in those twelve hours—in the mouths of wild monsters, under the blades of hunters, and on the endless road of escape.

At this moment, the western border is in complete chaos.

......

In the northern part of the western border lies a continuous hilly area.

Under the moonlight, more than two hundred figures were moving rapidly.

Their formation was loose, but the distance between them was always kept within a certain range.

Everyone was quiet, with only occasional short whispers and gestures conveying information.

The leader was a man carrying two swords.

Kenichi Sato.

His pace was not fast, but each step was extremely steady.

The scar that ran diagonally from his brow bone to the corner of his mouth looked particularly menacing in the moonlight, and his eyes scanned everything around him like those of a hawk.

Hikaru Kobayashi followed beside him, holding a hand-drawn map in his hand, occasionally marking something on it.

"President," he said in a low voice, "there's a small camp about three kilometers ahead. There are about thirty people there, all casual thugs, resting."

Sato did not speak.

He simply nodded slightly.

Kobayashi Hikaru immediately understood and turned around to make a gesture to the person behind him.

The group of over two hundred people instantly split into four groups, moving silently toward their target like venomous snakes in the dark.

Chishima Rin leaned over from the side and licked her lips.

"President, shall I go first this time?"

Sato glanced at her.

"what ever."

Chishima Rin smiled, a smile that was faintly visible beneath the black veil.

She gripped the dagger tightly, its blade gleaming with a faint blue light—a carefully concocted deadly poison that, with just a slight cut, could render a target incapacitated within three seconds.

Tatsuno Yamamoto followed behind, carrying a huge shield.

His bald head gleamed in the moonlight, and his fleshy face trembled slightly as he ran.

"President, what wave are we on tonight?"

Sato did not answer.

Kobayashi Hikaru answered for him.

"The seventh wave."

Yamamoto Tatsuno smacked his lips.

"The seventh wave...that must have almost two hundred people, right?"

Xiao Linguang nodded.

One hundred and eighty-three.

Yamamoto Tatsuno chuckled.

"Killing people is much faster. Fighting monsters is exhausting, and you can't even kill a few in a whole night."

Sato suddenly spoke.

"Shut up."

Yamamoto Tatsuno immediately shut up.

The three-kilometer distance was quickly traversed in the darkness of night.

Ahead, in a low-lying depression, a faint light could be seen.

Thirty-odd players sat around the campfire, some eating, some bandaging their wounds, and some leaning against the rocks with their eyes closed, resting.

Unbeknownst to them, the shadow of death had already crept in.

Sato stood on a high slope, looking down at the unsuspecting prey below, a cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Let's do it."

......

Four groups of people attacked simultaneously from four directions.

Chishima Rin was at the forefront, his dagger flashing through the air.

Before the three players could react, a bloody gash appeared on their necks at the same time, and they collapsed, clutching their throats.

"Enemy attack—!"

The scream had barely escaped its lips when it was swallowed up by the light of the skill.

Tatsuno Yamamoto charged into the crowd with his shield, like a runaway tank.

Two soldiers tried to stop him, but he knocked them backward, sending them flying to the ground and spitting blood.

The members of the Dark Ravens followed closely behind, unleashing a barrage of skills.

Those individual players didn't even have time to organize an effective resistance before they were scattered and broken.

Someone tried to escape, but after only a few steps, a cold arrow shot from the darkness pierced his heart.

Some knelt down and begged for mercy, but all they received in response was the cold blade.

Sato did not make a move.

He stood on the high slope, quietly watching the massacre below.

Kobayashi Hikaru stood beside him, also without making a move.

He simply pushed up his glasses and carefully observed every detail—who resisted the most fiercely, who tried to escape, and who hid in a corner pretending to be dead.

"President," he suddenly spoke, "the one hiding behind the rocks at three o'clock. Play dead."

Sato glanced at it.

There was indeed a person lying motionless behind the rock, but their shoulders were trembling slightly.

Sato raised his hand, and a burst of sword energy shot out.

The man screamed and turned into a white light.

Kobayashi Hikaru continued, "At nine o'clock, those two people were trying to go around to the side."

Sato struck again.

Two more beams of white light appeared.

Yamamoto Tatsuno was having a blast killing people down there, but he soon realized he had no more targets.

"President, kill them all!"

Sato glanced at the battlefield.

More than thirty people all turned into white light.