160: Chapter 160 Terror Descends! Prey and Hunter!

Looking at the life signal on his wrist that had already dropped to zero, Poison Fang's breathing became somewhat heavy.

"Ghost Eye! Respond if you receive this! What exactly is the situation on your end!"

Straining his neck to roar into the headset, Poison Fang's voice carried far into the quiet woods.

Still, only the noisy static of signal interference echoed in the earpiece.

"Boss, Ghost Eye's signal is indeed cut off. It happened just in those last two seconds."

Approaching Poison Fang, the team member responsible for communications spoke with a voice that carried a hint of trembling.

Because the interference in this Mist Forest was too strong, their high-tech equipment would occasionally malfunction.

"Don't f*cking scare yourself. It might be that the signal base station was blocked by that damned mist."

Despite cursing like that, Poison Fang was already gripping the dagger in his hand tightly.

"Everyone huddle together! Back-to-back! Form a defensive circle!"

Waving his arms, Poison Fang issued the most prudent command.

The remaining fourteen members of the Shadow Blade Alliance reacted quickly, swiftly forming a circle.

Each of them gripped their weapons, eyes wide as they stared out at the thick, white fog.

"Even Stealth won't work. Everyone turn your detection functions to the maximum; don't miss any living thing."

Gritting his teeth, Poison Fang recalibrated his thermal imaging eyepiece.

In his field of vision, aside from the few human-shaped heat sources emitting red light around him, the surroundings were entirely a chilly blue-green.

There was no body temperature of any living person.

Nor were there any fluctuations of magic from monsters.

"This is truly haunting. Could Ghost Eye have fallen into a pit trap and been teleported away?"

One of the team members whispered to himself; this deathly silence made his skin crawl.

"Shut up! Keep your eyes peeled. If anyone drops the ball now, I'll skin them alive when we get back!"

Glaring fiercely at the man, Poison Fang only felt a chill down his spine.

This feeling was very bad.

He had survived in the underworld for so many years entirely by relying on this intuition for danger.

"Captain, why do I feel like the wind in these woods is getting colder and colder?"

Shrinking his neck, another assassin felt as if he were being watched by something cold and sinister.

"Don't be paranoid. We are assassins, not cowards who grew up being scared!"

Despite saying so, Poison Fang's heart rate was also unconsciously accelerating.

Standing high up in the tree canopy, Lin Qi was like a goshawk looking down upon the earth, coldly watching the group of panicked fellows below.

In his eyes, the movements of these guys were no different from slow motion.

So-called professional assassins were simply like a group of monkeys dressed in fancy clothes before a true Great Grandmaster of Ancient Martial Arts.

"Fourteen people. If I take them all out, just the equipment on them should be worth quite a bit of money, right?"

Licking his lips, Lin Qi began to calculate the profit of this deal in his mind.

Although his current target was the Tianji Pavilion, it didn't mean he wouldn't be tempted by wealth delivered to his door.

That fat man Zhang Wei would definitely like these high-tier tactical hand-crossbows and enchanted daggers.

"Clean up these flies first, then go buy my Dragon Blood Vine."

With a light tap of his toes on a thick branch, his entire body was like a weightless feather, sliding down the tree trunk.

The [Turtle Breathing Technique] had already been pushed to its limit; his skin had even become as rough and cold as tree bark.

On the thermal imaging display, he was now just a piece of moving deadwood.

"Who's there? Who's being sneaky over there!"

A hypersensitive team member fired wildly into the bushes to the front-left.

Crossbow bolts tipped with toxin pierced the air, shredding several large leaves into scraps.

"Are you crazy! That was just the f*cking wind!"

Walking over and delivering a slap, Poison Fang was so angry that the scar on his face was trembling.

"Boss, I really saw a shadow flash over there just now..."

Clutching his face, the assassin looked so aggrieved he was about to cry.

"What shadow? There's jack sh*t on the radar. Do you want to lure every monster in the area over here?"

While cursing out his subordinate, Poison Fang hadn't noticed that a person at the very rear of the team hadn't moved for a long time.

"Old Six, any movement on your side?"

There was no answer.

"Old Six?"

Turning his head to look, Poison Fang's pupils suddenly contracted into a tiny point.

Old Six, who had been standing there just a moment ago, had unexpectedly turned into a "meat bag" hanging from a tree branch.

His throat had been sliced open with a clean cut, severing both blood vessels and the windpipe.

Dark red liquid dripped down his pant legs, yet it didn't make a single sound.

What made his scalp crawl even more was that Old Six's hand was still tightly gripping the communicator, yet they hadn't heard anything just now.

"A person! He's in the trees!"

Letting out a shrill scream, the assassin who had fired earlier completely broke down.

He frantically pulled the trigger toward the dense foliage overhead, the muzzle flashes illuminating a patch of the fog.

"Don't panic! Find cover! This kid isn't a Blank Slate!"

Finally having reacted, Poison Fang shouted like a madman.

He realized what kind of mission he had accepted.

That bastard Li Pojun—the intelligence he gave was all wrong!

Was this something a trash with only 5 in all attributes could pull off?

This was simply a god of death capable of turning invisible in the thick fog!

"Old Three, quickly cast Eagle Eye! Illuminate this whole area for me!"

The magic-user assassin, snapped awake by Poison Fang's roar, hurriedly chanted an incantation, and a blue ball of light rose into the air.

The ball of light exploded at a high altitude, transforming into a giant blue eye that looked down upon the forest for hundreds of meters around.

"Boss, I can't find him! Everything Eagle Eye feeds back is inanimate!"

Looking at the results fed back by the Spell, Old Three's voice carried a sobbing tone.

"Impossible! Could he have vanished into thin air?"

Refusing to believe it, Poison Fang snatched the shared vision, staring at the hazy gray image; indeed, there was nothing unusual.

"He's playing with us..."

Lowering his head, a team member suddenly began to chuckle, his eyes filled with a scattered light.

"He's treating us like pigs waiting to be slaughtered..."

Before he could finish his sentence, a long, thin silver nail flew out from deep within the thick fog.

It was a Bone-Piercing Nail that Lin Qi had casually swiped from an assassin's waist.

In Lin Qi's hands, this thing was more than ten times faster than in the hands of those assassins.

There was no smell of gunpowder smoke, nor any light effects from skill activation.

There was only the purest physical kinetic energy.

Accurately sinking into the back of that assassin's head, the Bone-Piercing Nail directly brought out a red and white flower.

Without even having time to let out a muffled groan, the fellow who was just laughing fell face-first into the muddy ground.

"Another one dead! Another one dead!"

The remaining assassins scurried around like headless flies.

The skills they were so proud of seemed so comical at this moment.

Looking at the constantly increasing number of corpses on the ground, Poison Fang finally understood one truth.

In this forest, Lin Qi was the rule.

"Lin Qi! If you have the guts, then get the hell out here! What kind of skill is hiding in the shadows!"

Facing the surrounding expanse of white, Poison Fang let out a hysterical roar.