NABC Chapter 376 Revenge of The Foxes
Chapter 376 Revenge of The Foxes
Immediately, the squads rushed out. Some took to the sky, rushing forward in the wind, while others sprinted across the ground, movements so swift they appeared as blurs.
Within seconds, the Crimson Wolf Clan's enormous army—hundreds of thousands strong—had no time to reorganize or regroup. The Silver Fox elites were upon them.
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Screams shattered the stagnant air as the Silver Fox disciples attacked. Groups of Crimson Wolf cultivators barely had time to register the ambush before illusions swirled around them—foxfire flickers and phantom silhouettes causing disarray.
Lethal blades and Qi-infused strikes followed in the illusions' wake. In the span of a heartbeat, entire squads of enemies were cut down.
Feng Lian herself darted through the crowd, dual daggers in hand, each blade wreathed in a ghostly silver aura. She danced between the Crimson Wolf lines, severing weapons, slicing throats, and vanishing into the next wave of foes before they could retaliate.
Everywhere she passed, blood sprayed—and the remaining enemies were left rattled, unable to even guess where she would appear next.
A short distance away, the Grand Elder moved with more direct force. Wielding a slender spear crackling with black-and-silver lightning, she tore through lines of cultivators.@@@@
Her cultivation base showed Mortal Tribulation might despite her being in the Dao Core Formation Realm, and each thrust from her spear unleashed a thunderous pulse that ruptured enemies' meridians or blew them apart. Even protective talismans were destroyed under the concentrated barrage.
All around, other Silver Fox squads employed stealth or specialized illusions. Some conjured illusions of monstrous foxes, causing entire enemy platoons to panic and scatter.
Others attacked from vantage points up in the air—raining Qi-laced arrows that struck with deadly precision. In the midst of it all, the Crimson Wolf cultivators found themselves in chaos, turning weapons every which way in desperate attempts to fight back.
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Seeing the devastation from above, Shen Yuan crossed his arms. His dark eyes flashed with satisfaction. Though the Crimson Wolf Clan boasted numbers in the hundreds of thousands, many were lesser allies or hired mercenaries. None of them were near the level of the fully trained, Peak Dao Core Forming Realm Silver Fox elites.
A handful of ornate-robed figures stood out among the horde, rallying any stragglers who still had the will to fight. These were the high elders and the clan leader of the Crimson Wolf Clan—all of them in the Dao Core Forming Realm.
Ling Yue darted behind a row of panicking foot soldiers. Her figure shimmered, illusions trailing in her wake. In less than a heartbeat, she appeared before a towering man in crimson armor—one of the Wolf Clan's elders.
"Y-you—!" the elder managed, his eyes widening as he recognized the woman before him. He swung a broad, Qi-infused blade at her, the arc pulsing with fire elemental energy.
But in the instant it took to swing, Ling Yue was no longer there. A faint afterimage dissipated, leaving the elder off-balance. She reappeared at his side, a short blade humming with condensed dark Qi in her hand.
Shhk.
A stifled cry echoed as the elder's eyes went blank. Ling Yue slipped away, letting the body drop lifelessly to the blood-soaked ground.
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Across the battlefield, the second robed leader—a thin old man with patches of gray in his hair—glanced around frantically. He felt the sudden loss of his comrade's Qi signature and realized a powerful foe was systematically hunting them down.
"Form up!" he barked to the cluster of subordinates around him, each wearing partial insignia of allied clans. "Protect me and find that woman!"
A ring of cultivators snapped into a defensive formation, brandishing weapons and talismans. They braced themselves for an attack from any direction. Yet, no matter how they braced or scanned the field, their eyes found only the swirl of illusions conjured by the other Silver Fox squad members.
Suddenly, one of the allied cultivators let out a startled yelp and collapsed, a single dagger protruding from his throat. The rest tried to retaliate, but they hit only empty air. The dagger's thrower was nowhere to be seen.
The old man's heart pounded. 'An assassin of this caliber...? Not even the Ancestor of Silver Fox Sect should be this strong.' Anxiety gnawed at him. "Show yourself, coward!" he roared.
As if answering him, a swirl of dark fire flickered at his side. The illusions parted—and Ling Yue stepped through, her eyes cold and unblinking. "I believe we have something to settle," she said, her voice calm yet filled with dense killing intent.