Chapter 835 - Village Slaughter (1/2)

Nie Yan and the shadow clone killed their way into the village. Apart from Wilful and the Silver Wings, the rest were nothing but small fry.

Footage of the battle was live-streamed on the forums, causing the players of the Evil Faction to blush with shame. They feared there was no one among them that could rival Nie Yan. Even your average player would become unstoppable on the battlefield after donning the Tyrant Abak Set, let alone a top expert like the Mad Rogue!

When ordinary players attacked Nie Yan, they could barely hit him in the double digits. Some of the weaker ones couldn’t even break through his defense. With the gap between the two sides being so large, what was there they could do?

In the blink of an eye, Nie Yan had wiped out 80% of Winterless Night’s 100-man force.

The Mad Rogue! The Slaughter God! Everywhere he passed, a bloodbath would follow! Winterless Night was scared out of his wits. He hurriedly shouted, “R-retreat! Everyone, retreat!”

Hearing Winterless Night’s orders, the Silver Wings breathed a sigh of relief and withdrew.

Nie Yan looked up ahead, only to see Wilful fleeing as though the devil was on his tail.

You want to leave just like that!? Not without losing a few limbs you won’t!

Gale Step!

Nie Yan blurred into motion and rapidly closed in on Wilful.

Wilful grew anxious. He pulled out an Unknown Transfer Scroll and prepared to teleport away, when Nie Yan targeted him with a Shackles of Strife Scroll.

“Shit!” Wilful cursed. With a wave of his staff, he blinked six meters away.

However, Nie Yan was simply too fast, pushing the limits of speed. Just as Wilful’s feet touched the ground after teleporting, Nie Yan had already arrived behind him. The Bloody Dagger drew a dazzling streak through the air as it stabbed toward the back of his head.

Wilful waved his staff, erecting a bone shield between him and Nie Yan.

BANG! The shield violently trembled but didn’t shatter.

The Undead Empire had very few Soulweavers. Even up until now, there were only 30 or so. Those who successfully class advanced had overcome perilous trials. So, they all had some actual skills and talent. Wilful’s grasp on timing and combat awareness was especially good.

In the entire Evil Faction, those who could survive several moves from Nie Yan didn’t exceed 20.

Wilful leaped back and targeted Nie Yan with several curses, only to discover they had no effect. His magic resistance was too high!

BANG! The bone shield shattered into pieces.

Wilful’s heart tightened. Blink! He teleported another six meters away.

Dashing Strike!

Nie Yan shot forward, instantly closing the distance, and stabbed toward Wilful’s spine.

Wilful waved his staff. A dense smoke screen suddenly emerged around him.

Nie Yan lost his target which caused his attack to miss. He could barely see anything in the smoke screen.

Eye of Truth!

Nie Yan’s eyes blossomed out with a profound light. He instantly pierced through the smoke screen and locked onto Wilful.

Wilful was frantically setting up traps around him. He was trying to take advantage of the smoke screen to surprise Nie Yan. Suddenly, he felt a pair of demonic red eyes pierce through the dense smoke and lock onto him. His heart trembled violently. Shit! He found me!

Wilful hurriedly summoned a dozen skeletons with a wave of his staff. He ordered them to stop Nie Yan while he retreated back.

Howl of Terror!

Wilful opened his mouth and let out a soul-shaking howl which contained the malice of a thousand evil spirits.

Mind Immune!

As the sound wave swept over Nie Yan, a miss floated up above his head.

Necromancers specialized in summoning magic. They could raise entire armies and even boss level undead. However, these skills weren’t practical in PvP. All of Wilful’s spells were useless in front of Nie Yan. His old bread and butter tricks and tactics also failed to have any effect.

Nie Yan appeared behind Wilful with shadow steps.

Lockdown!

Wilful tried to flee with Blink, only to find his body frozen in place.

He felt a sharp blade pressed to his throat. PSFHT! A streak of blood splattered out into the air. His eyes went dim as he slumped to the ground.