Bologue’s figure was agile, like a breeze, weaving through the mist, appearing and disappearing at will.

Corpses toppled one after another, vanishing into the mist, as Bologue’s depleted Ether slowly replenished under the continuous hunting. Like a scavenger bird, he relied on the death of enemies to sustain his battle.

Gradually, the King’s Secret Swords sensed something was amiss—their numbers had dwindled too quickly without their knowledge. They immediately realized there was an assassin lurking in the mist. In such a dire environment, the atmosphere of fear grew thicker with Bologue’s arrival.

Bologue moved freely through the mist, lurking behind enemies, silently killing them, then swiftly vanishing like a ghost.

His actions were hard to detect; the killings on the battlefield were almost soundless, leaving people defenseless. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

Bologue flicked his arm, releasing a dagger formed from Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid. In the shimmering flow, the dagger precisely pierced an enemy’s ankle.

This strike only served to disrupt, but the enemy’s field staff immediately seized the moment of his faltering steps, opened fire, and hit his chest. Blood pierced through the back and accompanied the gunfire as he fell.

His form wandered swiftly, nimble and rapid, yet instantly vanished without a trace.

Among the current chaotic battle, the highest tiers are Red Dog and Lebius, the two Defenders. Now, they face off without making rash moves. Therefore, as the Negative Power User, Bologue stands as the most powerful existence. Anyone locked onto by Bologue was doomed to fall into his grasp.

In a world of absolute darkness, no one knew when support from the Order Bureau would arrive. Once it did, the King’s Secret Swords would face even more peril.

Under such circumstances, morale was crucial, while Bologue’s assassinations corrosively eroded their spirit inevitably. In the face of unknown death, even the bravest soldiers would fear, knowing Bologue was their Death God, ready to seal their fate in a blink of injury.

Bologue lowered his breathing; at this moment, his Ether had returned to normal levels. He didn’t continue assassinations on enemies. It was evident that the King’s Secret Swords had arranged themselves. A rash assassination would only lead to being surrounded by them.

As long as he remained hidden in the shadows, he could continuously exert pressure on them.

While maintaining stealth, Bologue felt a tinge of unease. Since starting his position, this was his first participation in such a large-scale Extraordinary conflict. Different Secret Energies overlapped, turning the battlefield into a place of madness. No one knew if any action might trigger a certain enemy’s Secret Energy, leading to death.

The fog-covered battlefield, filled with the intertwining scent of blood, wailing, and eerie wind, made everything around strangely sinister and terrifying.

With spirits highly tense, many were exhausted, yet they had to persist; any laxity led to death.

In such despair, this became Bologue’s playground, where he surprisingly felt a bit of comfort.

This reminded Bologue of his first year as an intern; back then, Bologue was just like this, hiding in darkness, instilling persistent fear in enemies, severing their lives amidst their desperate screams.

Due to fierce battles, the entire field was expanding, Condensers were spreading out little by little. Despite forming formations, they only grouped a few together. Some were nearing the edge in continued clashes, not to mention those heading towards the Iron Coffin, attempting to seize the battlefield’s most valuable target.

Bologue set his sights on them, merely seeing the Iron Coffin’s exterior, he could guess what was inside.

Xilin, the core of this vortex.

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Dan Tai struggled to break through the field staff’s defense line, leading several Secret Swords successfully close to the Iron Coffin. As one of the few Negative Power Users, he bears a critical mission—to seize Xilin’s corpse.

Now, the Iron Coffin was within reach, guarded only by two Prayer Believers. As for Mamo, the ancient Seeker of Glory, Dan Tai didn’t concern himself with him.

More than just physical aging, Mamo suffered Alchemy Matrix deterioration. He’s like an old, rusty machine. Despite bearing the Seeker of Glory’s power, in this era surpassing him, his power seemed weak, especially as he’d been depleted of Ether to weaken the decaying plague.

Thinking he might seize the chance to slay a Seeker of Glory while weak, Dan Tai couldn’t help but feel excited. Success would earn royal attention and, someday, a seat, even the Supreme Secret Sword.

Driven by desire, Dan Tai was full of energy, striding forward. At this moment, even Lebius couldn’t stop him. Although most Blade-Biting Wolves had been awakened, they surrounded Red Dog uniformly. As long as Lebius didn’t join, Red Dog wouldn’t fight. But once the balance broke, a clash among Defenders would push this chaos to a crazy extreme.

For Dan Tai, this was the perfect moment.