The two assassins were still losing health rapidly. One was losing 8840 health per second, and the other 9900. It was as if the debuffs inflicted on the Great Demon King during the sneak attack had all taken effect on them. The two assassins were terrified, their faces turning deathly pale. Fortunately, their respective guild priests were constantly healing them from behind, barely keeping them alive.
At this point, the two previous unsolved cases were solved.
The fact that the Great Demon King could reflect all the damage must be the cause of the deaths of those two archers!
For a moment, even though the Demon King had less than 10,000 HP left, none of the 200,000 enemy troops dared to make a move. Even archers thousands of meters away could be killed by reflected damage, so who would dare to attack easily? Moreover, most of them were just ordinary players, whose physical attacks were far inferior to the Demon King's defense.
Sending them to fight the Great Demon King? That's a joke!
Even if the Great Demon King stood still, he could still reflect them all back to death! Their main purpose in standing here was to target the ordinary players of the Heavenly Punishment behind the Great Demon King, not the Great Demon King himself.
In an instant, the name of the Great Demon King, along with the exposure of his talent, suppressed a full 200,000 enemy troops, preventing them from making any rash moves.
Jiang Hao finally saw movement on the battlefield. It was players from Sausage Country and South Korea. To be precise, it was over 4,000 priests from Sausage Country and 20,000 beasts from South Korea that moved.
Jiang Hao couldn't help but chuckle to himself. Previously, because they were flying too high, even Sun Zhi hadn't been able to see clearly that more than half of the large group of players from South Korea were actually beasts. Now that they were closer, Jiang Hao realized that of the 30,000-plus South Korean players, over 20,000 were actually armored beasts.
Even more bizarre were the priests from Sausage Kingdom. On the battlefield, priests always stood at the rear, healing even when their teammates were being attacked, never moving an inch forward. Unless the team needed to advance, they would maintain a safe distance from the front lines. But now, the priests from Sausage Kingdom were advancing towards the front, and moving quickly, soon overtaking the Beast Legion that had been ahead of them. In no time, they were behind the Blood Dragon. This scene truly baffled Jiang Hao.
The priests raised their hands and began casting healing spells. A white light from the healing spell flashed continuously around one priest standing beside the blood dragon, and his body slowly turned black.
Holy crap, it's going to mutate!
Jiang Hao's eyes narrowed, and he immediately sensed danger.
At the same time, Ling Feng also sensed a suffocating aura. It was as if the priest opposite him had transformed into a demon god. With a whoosh, Ling Feng instinctively drew his bow and fired an arrow at the dark priest. The arrow pierced through the priest's body, continuing its trajectory and embedding itself in another priest.
Ling Feng's eyes widened in disbelief. As the captain of the archers in the Heavenly Punishment Guild, he had suffered a series of setbacks today. First, his attack was intercepted by a mage, and now, for some unknown reason, his attack was easily dodged by a priest. Ling Feng's once arrogant heart had vanished without a trace.
The priest's body grew increasingly dark. Jiang Hao knew that when the priest made his move, the Demon King, who only had a few thousand points of health left, would surely die.
"Can you contact Ling Feng directly?"
Jiang Hao asked the man beside him, "I was born to be rich, and I will surely be useful."
"Of course! What do you need, Dad?"
"I'll send him a legion invitation, and you send him a message asking him to accept the invitation."
The man, who had been tense, immediately brightened up and excitedly patted his chest.
"Don't worry, Dad, I'll talk to him right away."
Ling Feng, standing within the Heavenly Punishment Guild, suddenly froze for a moment, then his expression turned puzzled. He looked around several times, seemingly finding nothing, before turning his gaze to the dark priest at the front of the battlefield. Reluctantly, he raised his longbow and once again aimed an arrow at the dark priest. The longbow was fully drawn, and he didn't release it for a long while. Time ticked by, like his own heartbeat.
Who hasn't heard of the Lord of Hell? He's a player who soared to the top on the very first day of the server launch, and he's currently the highest-level player on the entire server. He's the player who currently ranks first on both the individual kill count and monster kill count leaderboards on the battlefield. Because of him alone, the No. 006 Newbie Village in the Shanghai District has become number one on both the individual kill count and monster kill count leaderboards.
Now he's actually become the Lord of Hell's teammate? Even now, his mind is a complete mess.
The dark priest's body grew increasingly black, and his oppressive aura gradually spread to Ling Feng, dulling his senses. He also completely extinguished any thought of drawing his bow. Although the longbow was already fully drawn, Ling Feng refused to let go. The dark priest opposite him was too terrifying; he ignored all physical attacks and could easily destroy everything on the battlefield. Suddenly, Ling Feng's senses sharpened, and time seemed to accelerate, its ticking becoming increasingly urgent.
Ling Feng was drenched in cold sweat.
Much later, he remembered the Lord of Hell's instructions. He wanted him to shoot the Dark Priest.
But he had already tried! The Dark Priest was now like an alien without a physical form; his arrows couldn't hurt him at all.
But the Lord of Hell ordered him to shoot the Dark Priest.
He actually thought he could shoot down a powerful dark priest!
His once sharp yet stagnant senses had become a chaotic mess. Ling Feng mechanically released his grip, and as the arrow flew out, the ticking sound that had been ringing in his ears finally ceased. It was replaced by the roar of a dragon, the sound only possible from the rapid and intense friction between his arrow and the air.
Ling Feng had never heard of anyone's arrow possess such a ferocious aura. Everyone on the battlefield heard this shrill and brief roar.
The arrow pierced the dark priest's body, yet remained eerily still, as silent as before. Ling Feng's hard-won courage vanished once more. He lowered his head, feeling as if the whole world had deceived him.
With a soft whoosh, the sound of an arrow piercing flesh reached Ling Feng's ears, surprising him. Looking up, Ling Feng saw the arrow embedded in the dark priest's body.
Because it happened so fast, the sound didn't reach us for quite a while. Even with over 4,000 priests constantly healing the dark priest, they couldn't stop his health bar from being emptied. Then, a flash of white light appeared on the dark priest's body, and with a look of surprise and confusion, he vanished without a trace.
The sluggish yet sharp senses vanished instantly, and a cool breeze from the lake blew from behind, instantly clearing Ling Feng's mind.
Looking ahead, he saw a large puddle of water at the Demon King's feet. He himself felt sticky and uncomfortable.
High in the sky, Jiang Hao had a clear view of everything on the battlefield. Just a short while ago, the players of the Heavenly Punishment Guild seemed to be possessed, mechanically performing their tasks, much like the low-level skeleton monsters he had encountered before.
Fortunately, Ling Feng fired the arrow in time, and Jiang Hao put down his staff with some relief.
That dark priest was fucking weird!
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