207: Blood Pack Movement

Dazzling electric light silently flickered in the palm of Thunder Master Lin Yao.

An aura of destruction began to spread.

Chen Fu, who was frantically attacking the Blood Pack, suddenly stiffened.

He wasn't an idiot.

As a veteran powerhouse who had fought on the brink of death for decades, his combat instincts had long been honed into second nature.

A deadly sense of crisis assailed him from behind.

He finally managed to forcefully break free with a sliver of rationality from the extreme humiliation of being blocked by a mere bat.

He realized.

He had been played.

This strange bat, which couldn't be broken or blasted away, was simply bait! A living target used to trap him and draw all his attention!

The real killing move was the hundreds of professional phantoms ready to strike behind him!

"Roar!"

Chen Fu roared, abandoning the small creature in front of him that had cost him all his dignity, and turned to charge towards the Thunder Master phantom, which posed the greatest threat!

He had to interrupt her spellcasting!

However.

The moment he turned around.

A small dark shadow, with a "whoosh," once again, incredibly accurately, blocked the path between him and his target.

It was still that bat.

It flapped its tiny wings, hovering in mid-air, quietly watching him with its dark, emotionless eyes.

As if saying.

Where are you going?

I am your opponent!

"Get lost!!!"

Chen Fu's eyes were bloodshot; he had never been so frustrated in his life.

He lunged a step to the left, trying to bypass this cursed obstacle.

The dark shadow flickered.

The small bat lightly shifted half a meter, once again blocking his path.

He went right.

It also went right.

He tried to jump.

It flew higher, perfectly blocking his anticipated jump trajectory.

No matter what he tried to do, no matter how exquisite his footwork, this little bat could always predict it in advance and appear before him with even greater speed.

This wasn't a bat; this was a damn fly!

It was like an inescapable nightmare, an absolutely precise locator, firmly pinning him in place.

"Uncle Fu! What are you doing?! Hurry and dodge!"

Chen Ruiyu in the distance couldn't understand what was happening; he stomped his feet and roared in anxiety.

In his eyes, Chen Fu seemed possessed, constantly making all sorts of comical dodging movements at the air, yet remaining rooted to the spot.

And in this momentary delay.

Thunder Master Lin Yao's skill was ready.

"Screech!"

A thick bolt of lightning, without any warning, descended from the sky and accurately struck Chen Fu's head!

"Ugh!"

Chen Fu grunted, his whole body trembled violently, his hair stood on end, and wisps of smoke rose from him.

The defenses of Furious Blood Qi and Steel Arms prevented him from collapsing on the spot, but they also made him taste a long-forgotten agony.

This wasn't the end.

The first attack was just a signal.

A signal for... a full assault.

The Guardian Lin Yao phantom, holding a tower shield, let out a battle roar, and its massive shield, carrying immense force, slammed down!

Chen Fu wanted to dodge, but the bat in front of him left him nowhere to hide!

He could only grit his teeth and raise his arms to block it head-on.

"Bang!"

A tremendous force struck him, making Chen Fu stumble, his arms numb.

Immediately after, a flurry of sharp ice cones, a burning fireball, a poisoned arrow... simultaneously assailed him from all directions!

The intertwining of ice and fire, a bombardment of physical and magical attacks!

Attacks from different professions and different systems formed a seamless web of firepower, completely engulfing Chen Fu!

"Puff!"

"Hiss!"

Blood began to splatter.

Chen Fu's body instantly gained seven or eight wounds of varying depths.

Some were pierced by ice cones, some were scorched by fireballs, and some were perforated by arrows.

He was like a prisoner fixed to an execution ground, forced to endure endless torment from all directions.

"Uncle Fu!!!"

Chen Ruiyu's scream was already tinged with tears.

Wang Qingxuan and Li Hao, among others, were completely dumbfounded.

In the corner, Lin Yu stroked his chin, watching with keen interest.

Not bad.

Yao Yao's Growth speed was even faster than he had imagined.

She was no longer simply summoning phantoms, but learning how to command her "legion" like a true commander.

Using Guardians to restrict movement, Mages for long-range bombardment, and Assassins to find opportunities.

And the existence of the Blood Pack magnified the power of this tactic countless times.

It wasn't a tank.

It was a mobile, absolutely unbreakable, single-target crowd control skill.

A living, sentient, god-tier "cage."

Once it targeted you, you couldn't move a single step, only stand there, despairingly facing the wrath of the entire legion... "Aaaah!"

In the center of the battlefield, Chen Fu had completely gone berserk.

He no longer tried to dodge, nor did he pay any attention to the bat.

He abandoned all defense, unleashing all his blood energy and power, forming a violent energy storm that indiscriminately blasted in all directions!

Blood Slaughter of the Eight Directions!

He wanted to use this mutual destruction technique to clear the entire field!

The dark red energy shockwave, centered on him, violently spread out!

Wherever it passed, the ground cracked inch by inch, and the air emitted a piercing shriek!

However.

This terrifying strike, capable of leveling everything within a hundred meters, when it reached the Blood Pack.

Once again, something that no one could comprehend occurred.

The violent energy was like hitting an invisible reef, or being swallowed by an unseen black hole.

Centered on the Blood Pack, within a fan-shaped area, all energy impacts vanished into thin air.

Not even a ripple was left.

And the hundreds of Lin Yao phantoms in the distance had already received orders to retreat in unison when Chen Fu was charging up, perfectly avoiding the aftermath of this strike.

This move, apart from consuming most of Chen Fu's remaining stamina, yielded zero results.

"Hoo... hoo..."

Chen Fu gasped violently, the blood energy glow around him had dimmed to the extreme.

He stopped all movement.

On his weathered face, the ruthlessness and madness stemming from mountains of corpses and seas of blood were slowly fading.

In their place was a sense of bewilderment, incomprehension, and an emptiness after his worldview had collapsed.

He slowly raised his head.

He didn't look at the professional phantoms surrounding him, ready to launch the next round of attacks at any moment.

Nor did he look at the young girl standing in the distance, who had remained as calm as still water from beginning to end.

All his attention was focused on the small bat, still hovering in front of him.

He couldn't understand.

He really couldn't understand.

What in the world was this thing?

Just as he was lost in thought.

A phantom, almost merged with the shadows, silently appeared behind him.

It was the Dual-Blade Assassin Lin Yao.

Two daggers, gleaming with cold light, one aimed at his back, the other gently placed on his neck.