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    Someone’s trying to kill me!?

    Who is it!?

    In a flash—almost as soon as Yenir’s Third-Stage Awakened struck—Yinglong glared fiercely, and the Blood Shadow behind him instantly swelled.

    In his eyes, the attackers seemed determined to finish him off; without a word, they launched a coordinated ranged assault!

    Too fast! Unbelievable speed!

    Caught off guard, he had no choice but to hastily deploy his Spirit Shield and grit through the barrage.

    “Scatter!”

    He roared the command.

    Though the attackers weren’t at Peak Third-Stage strength, they didn’t pose much threat to him personally.

    However, to his subordinates, they were a significant menace.

    In the rapid chaos of Third-Stage combat, barely had his order left his lips when the dozen or so Third-Stage Awakeneds behind Yinglong turned pale and frantically dispersed.

    A Peak Third-Stage commander can take a hit, but many of his men were still only Third-Stage Beginners!

    Facing assaults from at least eight Third-Stage fighters, they simply couldn’t hold on!

    Before they could even wonder who these mysterious aggressors were, a series of explosions roared to life.

    “Boom boom boom boom!!”

    A deluge of skills pounded down, erupting in dazzling, searing flames.

    Under a kaleidoscope of radiant energies, several Third-Stage Beginners were incinerated on the spot.

    Amid the harrowing screams, as flames shot skyward, Yinglong’s expression darkened, and he brandished his Long Spear.

    “Who dares attack me!? You’re asking for death!”

    His voice thundered.

    The spear’s trail unfurled like a dragon, spanning a hundred meters in an instant and targeting a Third-Stage Advanced fighter.

    A group of mere Third-Stage Advanced Awakeneds dared to strike him! How audacious!

    “Boom!!”

    A surge of blood mist erupted, hurling the Third-Stage Advanced fighter from Yenir’s ranks into the air, while a massive, jagged wound tore through his chest.

    With a furious strike from Yinglong, in one swift encounter, eight Third-Stage Advanced fighters were wiped out!

    That was the staggering gap between Peak Third-Stage and the Advanced fighters!

    Yet even when facing near-certain death, the remaining Military Third-Stage Awakeners Yenir had brought showed no sign of retreat—instead, they charged forward fearlessly on his orders!

    Watching the mysterious Third-Stage assailants storm in as if courting death, Yinglong’s expression darkened further. Despite being capable of dispatching one in a single blow, a surge of unease suddenly gripped him.

    Damn it! Who the hell are these lunatics!?

    Eight Third-Stage Advanced fighters and one Third-Stage Mid-level hiding at the back!?

    While he didn’t see them as a true enemy, a life-or-death struggle with such numbers could still spell trouble.

    Moreover, the force capable of assembling such power was no ordinary faction!

    Who dares make a move against him!?

    Ever on guard, Yinglong even began to suspect the foreign Awakened lurking aside!

    These so-called allies—even if not putting on an act—clearly planned to stay back rather than waste energy, unwilling to jump into the fray.

    Fighting to discern who these attackers were, Yinglong’s eyes scanned the fading silhouettes. Just as he prepared to strike again, his gaze suddenly froze.

    Wait a minute!?

    That Third-Stage Mid-level fighter looks so familiar!?

    Could it be!?

    Leaves what now? The so-called ‘dry brother’ Blood Nightingale mentioned?! He looks familiar!

    Before Yinglong could fire another spear and claim another victim, Yenir—accompanied by seven resounding roars—abruptly halted. Floating midair as if to greet him, he flashed a smile.

    “You all take out the others! I’ll handle him!”

    “Commander Yinglong, long time no see.”

    A jolt of shock ran through him.

    As the seven Third-Stage Advanced fighters scattered like machines—leaving the youth to face him alone—Yinglong, who had been readying his attack, suddenly felt a surge of absurdity well up inside him.

    What the hell does this mean!? A Third-Stage Mid-level loser daring to taunt him!?

    And it appears that this youth is actually leading the group of Third-Stage fighters!?

    Blood Nightingale’s so-called dry brother? Isn’t he supposed to be just a Third-Stage Beginner?

    Overwhelmed with questions, Yinglong could only find the situation both absurd and bizarre.

    For a moment, he was utterly baffled by what was unfolding.

    But since they were practically inviting death, he wasn’t about to hesitate in sending them packing!

    “You’re coming for me?”

    Enraged, he let out a bitter laugh.

    As if mocking him, Yinglong sneered and fixed his Long Spear squarely on Yenir.

    This kind of trash could be obliterated with a single strike!

    Who cares what this kid is spouting? Why dare he provoke him! Yinglong intended to strike first!

    He wouldn’t make the mistake of getting distracted by idle chatter mid-battle!

    Just as he was about to eliminate Yenir—the suspected leader of the entire team—the next moment, an even more familiar figure materialized before his eyes.

    A startled cry rang out as Li Dafu, forcibly ejected from the Summoning Space with a quack-like squawk, tumbled bewilderedly out of the Void.

    At that moment, as Yinglong advanced toward Yenir, he froze, staring dumbfounded at Li Dafu.

    It was…

    That supposed Fourth-Stage NPC!!?

    What the hell!? How does a Dungeon NPC appear in reality!?

    Damn it! What on earth is going on!?

    In an instant, his pupils constricted sharply.

    Having witnessed Li Dafu’s terrifying power before, he now faced an enemy so formidable that his charging stride halted in its tracks.

    It was as if he were seeing a ghost—with one incomprehensible shock after another, even his quick mind struggled to keep pace.

    And just as if to make him hesitate further, when Yinglong was plunged into chaos, Yenir let out a soft laugh and vanished from sight in an instant.

    Now’s the time!

    That was exactly what Yenir wanted—all of Yinglong frozen in place!

    Without any intention of letting Yinglong figure things out, Yenir unleashed a Dimensional Surge without hesitation!

    Chapter Summary

    In a high-octane clash, Yinglong faces a relentless assault by mysterious foes led by Yenir. Despite his formidable strength and swift defenses, his less experienced Military Third-Stage Awakeners suffer heavy losses. Explosive attacks, devastating spear strikes, and potent skills like Spirit Shield and a sudden Dimensional Surge turn the battle into chaos. As surprising reinforcements and familiar figures appear—raising unsettling questions about friend and foe—Yinglong grapples with both his confidence and growing unease, setting the stage for an epic confrontation.

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