ctnovel Chapter 640 Attack
Chapter 640 Attack
In the third second, two of the guard's four eyes went out simultaneously.
In the fourth second, the guard's body began to disintegrate from the edge.
In the fifth second, the shower of star fragments stopped.
But the stellar storm is not over yet.
The energy within the rift contracted violently at the end of the fifth second, and all the purple light, silver flames, and star fragments were drawn back to the center of the rift.
Then, it erupts outwards.
The final explosion.
A muffled, thunderous roar came from the crack, and then a silver-purple beam of light shot down vertically from the crack, striking the guard precisely on the top of his head.
The beam of light pierced through the guard's entire body, from its head to its claws, splitting it in two.
The remains of the guard collapsed to both sides, scattering purple fragments all over the ground.
The purple orb of light on his chest bounced twice among the fragments, then slowly rose into the air and resumed its suspended state.
[Ding! Defeat the Advanced Mist Spirit Guardian.]
[Obtained: Advanced Mist Spirit x1.]
Lin Tian withdrew his hand and put the dark purple light cluster floating in the air into his backpack.
Including the ones he'd already taken along the way, he now had a total of—
Primary Mist Spirits: 8.
Intermediate Mist Spirits: 3.
Advanced Mist Spirit: 1.
初级每个10分，8个80分。中级每个100分，3个300分。高级1000分。
The Mist Spirits I have already reached 1380 points.
Little White swam back, a purple fragment in its mouth. It chewed it a couple of times, then seemed to find it unpalatable and spat it out.
Lin Tian pulled up the map and glanced at it.
"Let's find the next one," Lin Tian said.
.........
In the southern half, slightly to the east, lies the edge of a sparse woodland.
Ten people, just finished a battle.
Grayish-white fragments were scattered on the ground; they were the remains of the novice guards that had been destroyed, and the fragments were still slowly dissipating.
"Hurry, hurry, pick up the stuff and get out of here." The speaker was a warrior named Afei, level 38, who was the temporary leader of this group of solo players.
They weren't guild members; they were all solo players who had temporarily formed a team on the world chat channel.
The group consists of ten people, with an average level of 38 and varying equipment levels, making them skilled players even among ordinary players.
But they were lucky enough to find a novice Mist Spirit.
The guards were easy to defeat; ten men ganged up on them and the battle was quickly over.
The price was that an archer was slapped by a guard, lost half his health, and was carried back by a priest.
"Found it! Found it!" The thief in the group fished out a grayish-white orb of light from the wreckage of the guard, glanced at it, and said, "A low-level Mist Spirit, one."
The thief put the Spirit of Mist into his backpack and patted his pocket.
"Don't worry, it won't get lost."
"I'm not afraid you'll get lost, I'm afraid you'll die." Afei glared at him. "Listen up, everyone. From now on, survival is everyone's top priority. If you encounter someone on the other side, run. Don't be reckless. If you die, you're eliminated and can only watch the live stream for 7 days."
"I know, I know, you've been nagging me ever since we entered the map, I'm sick of it."
"Just keep repeating it, I'm afraid you won't take it seriously."
As Afei was preparing to lead the team eastward, a hunter in the team suddenly raised his hand.
"etc."
"What's wrong?"
"Someone's there." The hunter's ears twitched. "To the north, there are footsteps. Lots of them."
"How much is 'a lot'?"
"At least... twenty or thirty."
Ah Fei's expression changed.
"run."
He didn't say another word.
The ten people turned around at the same time and ran south.
But after running less than fifty meters, footsteps came from the bushes ahead.
Not twenty or thirty, but a dozen or so.
They were surrounded.
More than twenty players emerged from the woods to the north.
They all have a vertical eye on their foreheads—the three-eyed tribe.
A person from mainland China, number 8125.
The leader was a tall warrior named Ash, level 46, with an A+ talent [Armor Breaker].
He wore a dark red half-body armor and carried a double-edged battle axe, the blade still stained with the blood of some kind of wild monster.
Ash looked at Afei and his ten men, then at the dissipating remains of the guards on the ground, and smiled.
Ah Fei's palms were sweating.
He could tell the level of the others—the leader was at least level 45 or higher, and the others behind him were between level 42 and 46.
On his side, the highest level was only 38.
The level difference is too great.
"Brothers, we're just passing by." A-Fei tried to keep his voice calm. "We killed this monster first. If you're interested, we can let you—"
"Let us have it?" Ash laughed casually. "No need to let us have it. We'll take it ourselves."
He raised his battle axe and pointed it at A-Fei.
"kill."
No nonsense.
More than twenty three-eyed players attacked simultaneously.
Ah Fei reacted quickly.
"Scatter! Run!"
Ten people ran in different directions.
But they can't outrun the Three-Eyed Clan.
The level difference not only results in attribute suppression, but also a complete crushing of skills and equipment.
Afei had only taken two steps when a three-eyed assassin slashed from the side, his dagger aimed straight for the back of his neck.
Afei dodged to the side, but the assassin was too fast, and the second stab followed, piercing his shoulder.
The intense pain slowed Ah Fei's movements by a beat.
The assassin's third stab entered through his shoulder blade and exited through his chest.
Afei's health dropped from full to 20%.
He gritted his teeth and raised his shield, trying to block the next blow, but the assassin's fourth stab pierced his abdomen from below the shield.
Health points are reduced to zero.
[Ding! You have been defeated. All Mist Spirits you are carrying will be dropped. You will lose your eligibility to continue participating in the third round of the Multiverse Conquest and will be immediately teleported back to Continent 9527.]
Afei's vision began to turn white.
Before his vision completely turned white, he saw his teammates fall one by one.
The thief was the fastest runner, having already covered more than thirty meters, but an archer from the Three-Eyed Tribe shot an arrow through his calf. He fell to the ground and before he could get up, a warrior who had caught up with him slashed him on the back with a sword.
The two novice Mist Spirits that he had just picked up in his backpack, along with the one he had killed earlier, all floated out of the corpses.
Ash walked over, bent down and picked up the two grayish-white orbs of light, weighing them in his hand.
"Only two? After all that fighting, only two?"
His gaze swept over the corpses of the others, from which spirits of mist also began to emanate.
Some had one, some had two, and one had nothing on him.
The ashes were taken into account.
"Captain, there are four novice Mist Spirits in total," the subordinate reported.