143: Chapter 143 Moving Blood Spring, One Man Suppresses Three True Gods

"Snap—!"

The lingering echo of the bowstring's vibration had not yet dissipated, and the feathered arrow, carrying an aura of death, had already torn through the night.

Without a word of nonsense, the arrow pointed straight at the center of Earth Mire Technique's brow.

As a Rank 100 Gold-grade Assassin, Earth Mire Technique's reaction nerves had long surpassed the limits of humanity.

The instant before that cold gleam touched his skin, his figure suddenly became blurred, and his entire person, like ink melting into the air, instantly pulled out an eerie afterimage.

Stealth!

Following that was—Shadowless Step!

This was a high-level movement technique of the Assassin class, not merely invisibility, but creating visual deception by utilizing light and shadow refraction while moving at high speeds.

In the eyes of ordinary people, Earth Mire Technique seemed to have evaporated into thin air, with even his aura completely severed.

"Mere parlor tricks."

Qin Ji was expressionless, not even turning his neck to find the target's position.

The jiu he long bow in his hand pressed down slightly, and relying on the combat intuition honed through countless life-and-death struggles in his previous life, he pulled the bowstring again toward the seemingly empty Void Realm on his left.

"Swish!"

The feathered arrow cut through the air, emitting a sharp sonic boom.

"Clang!"

A string of dazzling sparks erupted in the Void Realm.

Earth Mire Technique's figure appeared in a sorry state, the poisonous dagger in his hand held horizontally across his chest, barely blocking this lethal arrow.

The immense impact force caused his originally fluid dashing movement to freeze for an instant.

"How is this possible?!"

A flash of horror crossed Earth Mire Technique's long, narrow eyes.

Predicting a Stealth trajectory was not rare, but being able to precisely lock onto his dagger's blocking point during the high-speed movement of Shadowless Step—this was not prediction at all; this was X-ray vision!

Qin Ji did not give him a chance to catch his breath, sliding his feet backward to retreat, while the long bow in his hand poured out firepower crazily like a repeater cannon.

Swish, swish, swish!

The arrows connected into a silver whip, biting tightly onto Earth Mire Technique's figure.

Earth Mire Technique had to increase his speed to the limit, his figure weaving through the gaps in the rain of arrows like a ghost, his dagger dancing into a green curtain of light, batting away the incoming feathered arrows one by one.

However, Qin Ji's arrows were too tricky.

The landing point of every arrow was stuck at the awkward juncture where his old strength had not yet faded and his new strength had not yet arisen.

Earth Mire Technique felt like a flying insect caught in a spider web; no matter how he struggled, that web of death was tightening little by little.

Before he had even run ten steps, this Rank 100 Gold Assassin was forcefully pushed back.

Wanting to solo Snow Emperor?

Naive.

Just as Qin Ji was preparing to use a "Twisting String Archery Technique" to completely seal off Earth Mire Technique's movement, a violent tremor suddenly came from the ground beneath his feet.

Rumble—!

The earth was torn apart as if by an invisible giant hand, and a bottomless crevice instantly appeared beneath Qin Ji, with scorching earth evil Qi gushing out, attempting to swallow him.

"Earth Split Technique!"

An old and majestic chant exploded over the battlefield.

Qin Ji's expression did not change; the air behind his back suddenly condensed, and a pair of crystal-clear ice-blue wings instantly unfurled.

[profound ice wings]!

His entire person shot into the sky, avoiding the engulfment of the earth split, his gaze coldly locking onto the old woman holding a staff atop the distant ruins.

[Archmage Aibier (Gold BOSS)]

Rank: 100

HP: ???

Attack: ???

Yet another Rank 100 Gold BOSS at the limit of the second transition!

Assassin, Mage, Warrior.

The top combat power of the Star Kingdom; they were all gathered now.

"It seems that old thing Abra is really afraid of death."

Qin Ji hovered in mid-air, looking down at the three people below, "Since he refuses to come out, I will use you as a sacrifice to the flag first."

Before his voice fell, the long bow in his hand had already changed direction.

Swish, swish, swish!

Three feathered arrows shot toward Archmage Aibier in a triangular formation.

Aibier's staff slammed heavily onto the ground, and a khaki-colored light shield rose out of thin air, enveloping her within it.

The feathered arrows struck the light shield, stirring up layers of ripples, but it only lasted for a second before the light shield shattered with a boom.

But at the instant the light shield shattered, Aibier's withered fingers had already completed the sketching of the final incantation.

"Gravity Field · Petrify!"

Hum—!

Qin Ji only felt his body suddenly sink, as if he were carrying a great mountain on his back.

A khaki-colored beam of light instantly locked onto him, and grayish-white stone textures began to appear on the surface of his skin, with the flexibility of his joints decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Following that, the Void Realm above his head cracked open, and countless giant stones burning with flames crashed down like a meteor shower.

Falling Rock Formation!

Qin Ji struggled to dodge and move in the air, the light of the purification jade pendant flickering crazily, attempting to dispel the petrification effect on his body.

But under the suppression of the Gravity Field, even he could not completely avoid this dense barrage.

"Bang!"

A millstone-sized boulder slammed fiercely into his back.

-58210!

A scarlet number floated up.

Over fifty thousand damage—for the current Qin Ji, while not lethal, it was definitely not tickling either.

Just as he was about to rush out of the range of the Falling Rock Formation, a blinding golden light suddenly erupted from the ruins below.

"Snow Emperor, get down here!!"

A violent shout exploded like thunder.

General Jinfulin, whose legs had originally been crippled, was now burning with blood-red Qi flames, forcibly breaking through the blockade of his Acupoints.

His entire person was like a cannonball leaving the chamber, both hands holding high that seemingly ridiculous novice wooden sword, crashing fiercely toward Qin Ji with the might to split mountains and crack rocks.

This was an explosion of burning life potential!

Qin Ji's pupils contracted slightly; with nowhere to leverage force in the air, he could only barely raise his long bow to block.

Boom!!

The immense impact force smashed him back into the Falling Rock Formation.

Bang!

Another giant stone hit his chest.

-58222!

Qin Ji's figure staggered in the air, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

Although the purification jade pendant weakened most of the control effects, that feeling of his body gradually stiffening still made him extremely uncomfortable.

"Good coordination."

Qin Ji wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth; not only was there no panic in his eyes, but instead, a fiercer Battle Intent burned.

He flipped his wrist, and a bracelet exuding an ancient aura quietly slid onto his wrist.

lucky bracelet, equipped!

Since these three old fellows want to play with their lives, I will let them see what true despair is.

"Five Arrows Fired Simultaneously!"

Qin Ji gave a low shout, his fingers turning into a blur of afterimages on the bowstring.

Snap, snap, snap, snap, snap!

Five feathered arrows left the string simultaneously, pulling out five shrill whistling sounds in the air.

But the targets of these five arrows were not entirely aimed at the BOSS.

Three of them locked onto Jinfulin, Aibier, and Earth Mire Technique respectively, using the Twisting String Archery Technique to block their attack routes.

And the other two, at an extremely eerie angle, shot toward those ordinary City Guards who were watching from below!

This seemingly illogical operation was the key to Qin Ji breaking the deadlock.

These three Rank 100 BOSSes had extremely high defense and possessed various blocking methods; it was too difficult to leech blood from them to restore HP.

But those City Guards with only 100,000 HP were simply walking blood bags!

Puff! Puff!

Two feathered arrows precisely pierced through the throats of two City Guards.

-102500!

-102500!

Two streams of green life energy instantly poured into Qin Ji's body.

+51250!

+51250!

The 100,000 HP just lost was instantly restored to full!

"What?!"

Archmage Aibier, who was preparing to press the attack, paused, watching helplessly as that black-robed person who was clearly injured became full of vitality again in the blink of an eye.

"Change positions, three-sided encirclement! Do not give him a chance to catch his breath!"

Aibier screamed, issuing the command.

She saw it now; as long as there were small mobs around, this Archer was an immortal monster!

Swish! Swish! Swish!

The three of them instantly dispersed, surrounding Qin Ji tightly in a triangle formation.

"Snow Emperor, no matter how strong you are, you must die here today!"

General Jinfulin roared, the wooden sword in his hand slashing out fiercely.

Although it was a wooden sword, under the infusion of his terrifying Battle Qi, it actually slashed out a golden Sword Qi dozens of meters long.

Wherever the Sword Qi passed, the ground was sliced open like tofu, and the cut edges even presented a glazed texture due to the high temperature.

At the same time, Earth Mire Technique's figure disappeared again, and only the hair-raising sound of daggers cutting through the air remained.

Archmage Aibier held her staff high, and thick earth Dragons crawled out from underground, roaring as they bit toward Qin Ji's legs.

A lethal trap!

Facing this overwhelming attack, Qin Ji did not retreat but advanced.

The long bow in his hand was pulled to its maximum again, and the light flowing on the bow body even overshadowed the stars in the sky.

Five arrows fired simultaneously!

This time, all five arrows shot toward the City Guard formation below!

Since you want to surround and kill me, then I will kill all your "blood banks" first!

Boom!

Jinfulin's Sword Qi slashed fiercely onto Qin Ji.

-185080!

A terrifying damage number popped out, and Qin Ji's HP bar instantly evaporated by a large chunk.

The power of this strike was enough to instantly kill any tank player at the current stage.

But, at the same instant.

Five blood flowers exploded in the crowd below.

Puff, puff, puff, puff, puff!

Five full-HP City Guards died instantly.

+51250!

+51250!

...

Five green numbers stacked together, and Qin Ji's HP bar, which was originally at the bottom, bounced back to full value instantly, as if it had a bug!

"This... how can this be fought?!"

Jinfulin looked at the unscathed Qin Ji, his hand holding the sword trembling.

This wasn't a battle; it was clearly fighting against a cheater who possessed an infinite fountain of life!

"Continue! I don't believe his mana is infinite!"

Archmage Aibier's face was twisted, and she smashed out magic as if it were worthless.

The battlefield instantly turned into a meat grinder.

Flames, Sword Qi, and poison mist intertwined, plowing the ground within a hundred-meter radius over and over again.

The hard bluestone slabs had long since turned into powder, revealing the scorched black soil underneath.

And at the center of the storm, that black-robed figure remained standing, never falling.

He was like a tireless god of death; every time the bowstring vibrated, it would take away a few lives, while simultaneously pulling his own state back to the Peak.

Ten minutes.

A full ten minutes of high-intensity encirclement.

The originally dense City Guards had now fallen in large numbers, with corpses piled up like a mountain.

And as the target of the siege, Qin Ji still hovered in mid-air; except for his robe being slightly damaged, even his breathing had not been disrupted.

Looking at those three Rank 100 Gold BOSSes in contrast.

Jinfulin's blood-red Qi flames had become dim and lusterless, and every swing of his sword was accompanied by heavy, ragged breathing;

Earth Mire Technique's speed had obviously slowed down, and two feathered arrows that could not be pulled out were stuck in his body;

Archmage Aibier was even paler, her fingers holding the staff spasming due to mana overdraw.

"Have you had enough?"

Qin Ji's indifferent voice pierced through the smoke and clearly entered the three people's ears.

He slowly lowered the long bow in his hand, and in those purple-gold pupils, there was no pity, only the coldness of looking down upon ants.

"If your trump cards are only this much..."

Qin Ji raised his right hand, his index finger lightly hooked on the bowstring, and an aura several times more terrifying than before began to condense at the tip of the arrow.

"Then this farce should end."

The waning moon was like a hook, coldly hanging in the firmament.

Amidst the ruins, Qin Ji held the bow with one hand, stepping on the mountain of corpses beneath his feet, while the wild wind whipped up his tattered black robe, flapping loudly.

Opposite him, the three once arrogant Gold-grade powerhouses now stood back-to-back, their eyes filled with undisguised fear and despair, like three lambs shivering in the cold wind, waiting for the final judgment as the butcher's knife descended.