With the priest's sudden death, Jiang Hao saw another commotion erupt in front of the enemy army. The longbows that had been drawn were slowly released by the archers; the spells that had been formed were slowly dispersed by the mages; and the enemy army, which had been sparse, became crowded again with the appearance of the assassins.

Jiang Hao suddenly realized what had just happened, and a chill ran down his spine. They must have wanted to take advantage of the moment when Tianfa was mind-controlled by the Dark Priest to launch an attack. However, Ling Feng had killed the Dark Priest first, disrupting their plans. If that Dark Priest had been allowed to remain, the 20,000 players of the Tianfa Guild, under his mind control, would definitely not have been able to withstand the attack of 200,000 enemy troops.

I never expected a priest to display such terrifying battlefield control.

Jiang Hao, surprised, memorized the priest's ID: Sausage Kingdom Guild: Light Army, ID: Netherworld Elegy.

Ling Feng, having narrowly escaped death, was filled with shock and even greater confusion. Both arrows were fired by him, so why did they have such drastically different effects? Ling Feng recalled that at the moment he released the arrows, his mind was filled with thoughts of the Lord of Hell.

Could it be that the Lord of Hell's trust allowed him to break some kind of limit? Or was it that the arrow was altered because of the power of conviction?

Ling Feng was the type of person who wouldn't give up until he figured things out. Silently reciting the name of the Lord of Hell, he unleashed four arrows in quick succession.

One arrow was shot at the enemy leader, Blood Dragon; another at Poison Blade, which he had intended to shoot but missed; another at Blood Shadow, who had ambushed the Great Demon King but escaped early; and the last arrow, as if carrying revenge, was shot at the outlaw who was crossing his arms and looking nonchalant.

With a deafening roar, the first arrow, like a tiger descending a mountain, hurtled towards the Blood Dragon opposite. The Blood Dragon, visibly startled by the violent explosion, was more curious than anything else. It even tiptoed to look in Ling Feng's direction. By the time it realized something was wrong, its 180,000 health bar had been emptied, a flash of white light emanated from its body, and it vanished from the spot, its face filled with confusion and bewilderment.

The players around him stared blankly at the empty space beside them, their eyes wide as if they had witnessed a ghost. The two assassins, Poison Blade and Blood Shadow, standing on either side of Blood Dragon, were the first to react. Ever since hearing the explosion, they had seen the arrowhead suddenly emerge from Blood Dragon's chest, yet they hadn't seen where it came from or how it arrived.

Keep in mind that these two are one-star assassins; if they haven't even seen anything with their attributes, then no one else has. Their muscles were tense, and they were on high alert.

Suddenly, a chill ran down Poison Blade's spine; a feeling of being watched by a terrifying beast surged within him. A deafening explosion, identical to the previous one, followed. But the instant the explosion rang out, Poison Blade moved. He gathered almost all his strength in his left leg and took a step to the right. Because he had already concentrated his strength in his legs, he dared say this was the fastest and most correct movement he had ever made. Only in this way could he avoid being struck in the heart by the arrow.

Only the forbearance and bravery of the Yamato people could forge such a powerful warrior who could dodge that arrow. He thought confidently that if it had been John Bull's Blood Shadow, he would probably be a corpse by now.

Poison Blade felt a surge of triumph and wanted to pat his slightly startled heart. But as soon as he raised his hand, he saw an arrow embedded in his chest. The shaft had pierced through his chest, leaving only the fletching visible.

Only then did he feel a sharp pain in his heart, as if it had been pierced by an arrow. The forbearance and bravery of the Yamato people could not change the fear and despair born of the pain. A flash of white light appeared on his body, and the Poisoned Blade vanished completely from the battlefield.

Blood Shadow watched as Poison Blade was struck in the chest by an arrow, yet remained oblivious, taking a step to the left. This sight already instilled fear in Blood Shadow. Seeing Poison Blade's pride and madness suddenly transform into terror and despair filled Blood Shadow with utter terror. That single arrow, like a ghost from hell, could ruthlessly reap lives and easily destroy a person's will.

With a deafening boom, another explosion rang out. Blood Shadow, barely recovering from his shock, saw an arrow embedded in his chest. Pain shot through his heart, twisting his already terrified expression into a grimace. His health bar was emptied, and a flash of white light enveloped him as he vanished instantly.

Ling Feng instantly became the focus of everyone's attention. Whether it was the Great Demon King, the players of the entire Heavenly Punishment faction, or the enemy troops on the front lines, when Ling Feng drew his bow and pointed the arrow at the outlaw, everyone involuntarily turned their heads to look at the panicked mage.

With a flick of his staff, the Outlaw's mana was instantly depleted, and dozens of ice bolts formed before him, then shot fiercely towards Ling Feng. Ling Feng released the arrows, and with another loud bang, the Outlaw was struck in the chest. The dozens of ice bolts flying towards Ling Feng were only halfway there. The Outlaw didn't feel much pain in his chest; in fact, they felt a chill. The players behind him, however, saw an ice bolt protrude from his chest with a metal arrowhead, landing with a clatter on the ground a considerable distance away.

The outlaw's health bar was emptied, a flash of white light, and he disappeared from the battlefield with a look of fear on his face. Perhaps without his guidance, dozens of ice shards, just as they flew in front of Ling Feng, clattered to the ground and then vanished.

Ling Feng killed four players in the blink of an eye, completely shocking the entire battlefield. In the eyes of the enemy, he was more terrifying than a demon, while in the eyes of the Heavenly Punishment players, he transformed into an unparalleled master, even overshadowing the might of the Great Demon King.

The five-nation allied forces, having suddenly lost four generals, seemed to have their backbone ripped away, and began to panic. Especially the enemy troops at the front of the battlefield, disregarding who was behind them, all began to retreat in a chaotic rush. But the battlefield was vast, and those behind had no idea what was happening ahead. In particular, the more than 20,000 beast-like troops from South Korea were still pushing towards the front lines. In an instant, just as Jiang Hao had predicted, the previously orderly enemy army descended into chaos.

Jiang Hao knew his opportunity had arrived, so he immediately invited the Great Demon King to join the legion. The Great Demon King had been waiting for this, and without hesitation, he immediately accepted.

A moment later, all the players of the Heavenly Punishment Guild joined Jiang Hao's legion. At the same time, Jiang Hao, high in the sky, also saw that the four major guilds, Chenxing, Shenmie, Shengshi Tianxia, ​​and Bingxue Shijie, had appeared north of Pingsha Lake and were rushing towards them in an encircling formation.