220: Chapter 220 Three Parties Gather, Killing Formation Empty

Scarface did not dodge. He rested his poisoned dagger against the spearhead directly in front of him—the moment the blade touched the spearhead, a high-pitched metallic friction sound rang out.

The blade slid down the spear shaft—reaching one-third of the way down. The bone-like patterns on the shaft were corroded by the poison on the blade—the patterns shifted from dark cyan to grayish-white.

The poison was not only effective against flesh—it also had a slight corrosive effect on the Spiritual Vein patterns on the Haiyuan Clan's naturally grown bone.

The Spiritual Vein patterns on the spear directly in front were temporarily corroded—the Spiritual Pressure bonus on the spear shaft dropped by half on the spot.

The thrust of the spearhead was halved—Scarface used the back of his dagger to deflect the spearhead to the side.

With the frontal spear deflected—a very narrow gap appeared between the attack angles of the two spears on the left and right.

He twisted his body toward the gap—the spear from the lower right grazed past his waist, its tip only slicing through the bandage wrapped around his left arm.

The spear from the upper left grazed the back of his head—the tip took away a few hairs and a bead of sweat from his scalp.

He had survived the first round of assassination.

But at the same time—bone hooks plummeted from the sky.

Three bone hooks descended simultaneously from three directions onto the shield wall in the narrow alley. The speed of the descent was faster than gravitational acceleration—the dark cyan Spiritual patterns on the bone hooks became saturated with the heaviness of seawater during the fall.

The first hook snagged the upper edge of a shield—then yanked upward. The arm of the Private Soldier behind the shield was jerked upward by nearly forty degrees—the entire person was lifted a foot off the ground.

The second hook caught the lower edge of a shield—and yanked inward. The shield was pulled out from where it had been planted in the ground.

The third hook did not catch a shield—it hooked directly into the right shoulder of the spearman behind the shield wall—the blade of the bone hook pierced in above the collarbone, latching onto the edge of the shoulder blade.

The spearman let out a very muffled, stifled groan of pain—he was still holding the spear shaft, but the spearhead had lost its direction.

The moment Shorty saw the gap open in the shield wall—he flung the fishing net from the top edge of the shield wall.

The fishing net unfurled in the air—three zhang in width. Three drops of dark green slime from the net dripped in the sunlight—landing on the sandy ground and searing three tiny pits.

The net ensnared a Haiyuan Clan warrior who was charging toward the gap in the shield wall—the moment the slime touched the bone armor, it made a sizzling sound like electricity.

The surface of the bone armor was corroded—not melted through directly. Instead, a layer of extremely fine pits was etched into the bone armor—the bone material on the surface of these pits changed from dense to porous.

The porous bone could not withstand a strike—Scarface immediately followed up with a slash, the tip of his blade piercing through the bone armor where the pits were densest.

But there was only one fishing net. There were still over forty Haiyuan Clan members on the other side.

Three openings were torn into the front row of the Private Soldiers' shield wall. Bone spears thrust inward through the gaps—a spear-wielding Private Soldier was simultaneously struck in the abdomen, chest, and right leg by three spears.

His body was lifted by the spearheads from behind the shield wall—tossed onto the sandy ground outside the shield wall. The Haiyuan Clan warrior's bone shield-crushing bone—stepped the fallen Private Soldier's head into the sand. The speed was extremely fast—before the opponent could react.

Scarface tossed his poisoned dagger into the air—switching his grip from reverse to forward—then stabbed straight down into the ankle periosteum of the Haiyuan Clan member who was stepping on the person.

The periosteum was pierced—the Haiyuan Clan warrior lost support below the ankle on the spot, and his body tilted to the side. The bone shield fell sideways—pressing onto the bone spear shaft of another Haiyuan Clan member nearby.

But killing one did not affect the overall Formation.

The Black-Armored Commander, positioned behind the shield Formation, aimed his bone spear at Scarface's back. The crystal fragments on the spear blade locked on simultaneously—locking complete.

The Black-Armored Commander stomped his left foot into the sandy ground—his body propelled forward—the bone spear thrust outward from the rear row through the gap above the shield Formation. The spearhead pointed straight at the back of Scarface's head—thrusting upward from behind, crossing through the gap in the shield Formation.

Scarface did not see this spear. He was bending down to snatch a long spear from the hands of a dead Private Soldier—a long spear had three times the attack range of a short dagger. Without a long weapon—he would not last five breaths in the bone spear Formation.

Shorty saw it. He tossed the short dagger in his hand into the air—the tossed dagger was a feint. His real move was to reach his left hand into his Storage Pouch—pulling out the last dark gray Spiritual Power Flashbang.

The flashbang had been in the Storage Pouch for too long—a very thin layer of oxide film had grown on its casing. He scraped the oxide film against the stone wall—the film shattered—then he hurled the flashbang with all his might at the Black-Armored Commander's face.

The flashbang exploded in the air—the light radiation did not hurt people—what it disrupted was Spiritual Power detection. In the instant of the flash—the crystal fragments on the Black-Armored Commander's bone spear were interfered with by the intense light for less than half a breath. The lock was broken for an instant—the direction of the spear thrust deviated by about two degrees. It changed from aiming at the back of the head to grazing Scarface's left ear—the spearhead sliced a tiny bloody cut on his left earlobe.

When Scarface turned his head back—his left ear was already flushed red. The wound was not deep—but the blood flowed extremely fast. The blood vessels on the earlobe were extremely dense—after being cut, blood flowed from the earlobe all the way to his shoulder, mixing with the fresh blood and the old wound that had just been exposed after the bandage was grazed off by the bone spear on his left shoulder.

Twelve Private Soldiers—less than half an incense stick of time had passed since the battle began. Three were already lying on the ground, motionless. The remaining nine—Scarface, Shorty, and seven Private Soldiers covered in wounds. Of the seven injured—two were still trembling, one had lost his shield and was only holding a short dagger, and three were tightening the shield wall to retreat into the narrow alley. No one shouted to retreat—because there was nowhere to retreat to.

Behind the narrow alley—the flank passage was empty. The garrison of Blue Moon Island still had not appeared. The path of the Geng Metal Sword Intent Killing Array still had not lit up.

The second floor of the Lord's Mansion—the Chart Room.

Lu Changyuan stood before the window. The window shutter had been pushed open to create a two-finger-wide crack—through the crack, one could see the direction of the flank narrow alley exit.

The afterglow of the exploding flashbang shone for less than half a breath—then dimmed. On the open ground at the exit of the narrow alley—the shield Formation of the Haiyuan Clan assault squad was squeezing into the narrow alley.

The Private Soldiers' shield wall, having been torn open at three gaps, was retreating—but after retreating less than two zhang, it held firm again. The center of gravity of the shield wall had shifted backward—abandoning the position at the exit of the narrow alley, shrinking to a location less than twenty zhang inside the narrow alley.

The width of the narrow alley was less than one zhang—the Haiyuan Clan could only squeeze two inside at a time. The shield wall shrank from the entrance into the alley—the width became a Bottleneck at one end. The Haiyuan Clan's numerical advantage was offset by nearly half due to the terrain in the narrow alley.

Leng Feng stood behind Lu Changyuan—holding an observation lens in his hand, but he was not looking in the direction of the window. He was staring at a tiny auxiliary Formation Plate on the table—on the Formation Plate, the Spiritual Power fluctuation markers for the core area of Blue Moon Island were all dark.

The Maze Concealment Formation had already been activated—the Spiritual Power fluctuations of the Lord's Mansion, the Formation Affairs Room, and the Inner Harbor warehouse were suppressed to an extremely low level, the same as ordinary rocks.

To the Haiyuan Clan and the Private Soldiers, the core of Blue Moon Island's Formation was a Spiritual Power vacuum. The only Spiritual Power hotspot was in the direction of the Outer Port Pier—Su Qingli had set up a fake target Formation next to the Pier's logistics shed. The density of the fake target's Spiritual Power fluctuations was designed—just enough to attract the Haiyuan Clan's detection bone fragments.

But the Black-Armored Commander was not lured away by the fake target. After he collided with the Private Soldiers—he did not look toward the Pier. The Haiyuan Clan's combat priority is: first eliminate the enemy in front, then attack the Spiritual Power target. The enemy in front was right in the narrow alley—already engaged in battle. He would not abandon the Formation to chase a signal.

"The Haiyuan Clan is stuck in the narrow alley—only two can enter at a time. The Private Soldiers' shield wall is now protected by the terrain—the Black-Armored Commander has to dismantle the shield Formation to get in." Leng Feng circled the position of the narrow alley exit on the auxiliary Formation Plate with his finger. "The gap between the narrow alley and the stone house—the rear ranks of the Haiyuan Clan are still outside the narrow alley. There are thirty-some of them that cannot squeeze in—if they turn around, they only need to make one turn toward the Pier."

"They will not turn around. The Black-Armored Commander has already locked onto Scarface—the lock is based on one-on-one prey priority. The hunting instinct of the Haiyuan Clan is—once they lock onto prey, they do not let go."

"Then we keep watching."

Leng Feng adjusted the observation lens in his hand upward—aiming it at the tiled roof of the stone house above the narrow alley. On the tiled roof were a few grayish-white seabirds that had been blown away by the Spiritual Pressure—the flock of birds circled high above, their wings flapping extremely fast, circling like directional lights.