The tip of the sword pointed diagonally at the ground. Mark's voice was like the death knell of a cathedral, carrying a hint of iron and blood and provocation, overwhelming the surrounding noise:

"Holy Light! It seems this 'mud pit' needs to be cleansed! Which idiot wants to die? Get over here! Don't waste Daddy's time!"

Mark's provocation, wrapped in the name of Holy Light, echoed in the filthy air of the black street, but it was only met with even more ferocious laughter and the harsh friction of unsheathed weapons.

"One on one? Hahaha! Do you think we're idiots who talk about chivalry?"

"Priest? I'm going to chop off the church dog!"

"Come together! Tear them apart! Leave the women behind!"

In response to Mark, there were roars from all directions, a mixture of greed and violence.

Scarface from the "Hungry Wolf Gang" and his dozen or so men who blocked the road were just the first wave.

More hyenas lurking in the shadows were completely aroused by the words "Boss Grom's bounty".

They swarmed out from behind dilapidated shacks, next to the smelly garbage dump, and from the doorway of a tavern with a torn sign.

These guys who can take root in the black streets of the buffer zone and even save up some dirty money to buy shabby properties are all old hands who have licked blood on the brink of death.

They are like vultures, accustomed to prowling on the edge of the battlefield, picking up the debris dropped after the collisions between strong men.

Face a tough challenge head-on?

That's what a fool who plays with his own life would do.

Their tactics are ingrained in their bones.

He clamored for others to charge first, while he himself locked onto his target in the chaos, suddenly shooting poison arrows, throwing knives, and even secretly activating the low-quality magic scroll hidden in his pocket.

For a moment, there were poisoned darts, barbed flying axes, and bone nails flashing with dim fel energy.

Like a swarm of dirty bees, they shot towards the center of Mark's team from all tricky angles, focusing on Mark and the seemingly "weak" Anna and Monica.

"Hmph!" A cold light flashed in Monica's wine-red eyes, and a ripple passed through the surface of [Ring of Truth (IX)] imperceptibly.

"Identification Technique: Weak Structure Solution!"

The invisible force field spread instantly.

Ding! Puff! Snap!

When those whistling hidden weapons approached the team within three feet of each other, they seemed to hit an invisible wall.

The poisoned arrow's tip inexplicably shattered, and the axe's delicately balanced counterweight instantly shifted and spun into the mud. The activated inferior fel energy bone nails caused their magic to become disordered in mid-air, and exploded into a ball of foul green smoke.

"What the hell?!"

The eyes of several guys who launched sneak attacks almost popped out of their heads, their proud methods were wasted silently!

"Idiot! Exposed!"

Enzo sneered. With rich combat experience, he had already locked onto the sources of the most aggressive shouting and the most sinister attacks.

Mark's giant cross sword brought about a bloody storm, and the huge sword swept across.

He directly smashed the sternums of two thugs who tried to attack from the side, and with a thrust of the sword, he accurately pierced the throat of a skinny monkey who had just fired a blowgun and had not yet had time to retract his shadow.

"The first one!" Mark's voice was cold, without any trace of the gentleness of a priest.

Almost at the same second when Enzo hammered a strong man who was swinging a flying axe to death, Anna's emerald green arrow seemed to have eyes, piercing through the hole in the awning and nailing a guy hiding on the roof and stealing a scroll to the rotten wooden beam.

“Ugh—!”

The screams stopped abruptly.

Monica's figure appeared like a ghost at the side of a sneak attacker holding a poisoned dagger who was trying to get around from behind. The cold blade of the dagger cut through the opponent's carotid artery without any hindrance, leaving a trail of blood.

She didn't even look at the fallen body. Her long wine-red hair fluttered in the fishy wind, and her cold eyes were already locked on the next target.

Playing with daggers in front of a high-level shadow assassin?

court death!

Mark's team ignored the minions who were encouraged to rush forward.

Instead, like the most experienced hunter, he instantly targeted and killed those "smart people" who took the initiative to attack and thought they were hiding in the dark, and killed them like lightning!

This was like pouring a bucket of ice water into a boiling oil pan.

Those black street thugs who did not belong to the "Hungry Wolf Gang" and came purely for the bounty and were instigated, the greed on their faces froze instantly and was soon replaced by horror.

They watched as those guys, who were known for their viciousness and cunning and were considered big names in the underworld, were easily wiped out like chickens to be slaughtered.

And the other side had the black-robed priest wielding the terrifying cross sword, the violent dwarf wielding the war hammer, the elf whose arrows never missed their target, and the red-haired woman who killed people like mowing grass...

How could the Dou Qi and magical power fluctuations emanating from his body be considered "intermediate"?!

"Fuck! They're high-level! At least four high-level ones!"

"Damn it, I've hit a wall! The Hungry Wolf Gang's bounty is worth the money, but I can't spend it with my life!"

"Why doesn't Grom come himself? Are you sending us to our deaths? Retreat! Retreat now!"

Reality is always the best sobering agent.

When they realized that what they saw was not a fat sheep but a tiger in sheep's clothing, the hyenas who came only for profit scattered in an instant.

Some people crawled into the alleys, while others threw down their weapons and surrendered without hesitation, although they were trampled by the chaotic crowd the next second, and the scene was in chaos.

In the blink of an eye, the only people left in the encirclement were Scarface and a dozen of his genuine "Hungry Wolf Gang" members, as well as several corpses of their companions on the ground.

The arrogance on their faces had long been replaced by fear and despair. They were locked in the sharp gazes of Mark's team, like frogs being stared at by poisonous snakes.

"No... don't come over here!" Scarface's hands were shaking as he gripped the serrated machete. He roared fiercely but weakly, "Boss Grom will be here soon! You're all dead!"

"Oh? Really?" Mark grinned, his white teeth looking somewhat sinister in the dim light. The greatsword in his hand hummed and rose again, the tip of the sword pointing at Scarface. "Then before he gets here, I will send you off on your way on behalf of the Holy Light!"

Enzo roared and was about to charge, Monica's dagger twirled between her fingers, and Anna's bowstring tightened again.

At this critical moment——

boom!!!

A violent, ferocious, and terrifying pressure that seemed to carry a bloody substance, like an invisible sledgehammer, smashed heavily on the entire street!

The broken wooden boards of the shacks on both sides of the street groaned under the weight, and the fine gravel and mud on the ground vibrated and hummed.

"Which bastard dares to touch my people?!!!"

A thunderous roar came from the end of the street, carrying with it a rage that tore through the air.

I saw a huge figure like a human standing on a giant bear, violently knocking away the debris blocking the way and a few unlucky people who were running slowly. Every step he took made the ground tremble.

The bald head reflected an oily luster in the dim light, his kinky muscles were covered with scars, and violent red magic power rose and rolled on his body like flames. It was Grom, the Soul Taker!