Chapter 600: Asura Eye Destroys, Mind's Eye Opens!

Although at this point, the magical projection displayed before the vast masses had already been switched,

those within the grand hall of Saint Heinz naturally did not need to watch along with the common crowd.

The magical projection before their eyes remained fixed upon the battlefield of the Western Polar Region.

"It seems that this time, Your Excellency Saint Heinz truly underestimated them, hahaha!" A middle-aged man wearing a magnificent fiery-red robe and a high crown sat directly opposite Heinz.

"This war is finally growing less tedious." At this moment, even the princess sitting beside Saint Heinz finally lost that bored expression on her face, though her tone remained somewhat languid, "Still, the Thorns Family ought to bring out one of their trump cards by now."

She was clearly aware of some of the hidden cards held by the factions of the Judgment Shrine.

No sooner had her voice fallen than the scene appeared of the "Earth of Thorns" mobilizing the Dark Judgment Knight Order.

As mentioned previously, on this continent, aside from the assassins trained by the Underground Council, there also existed similar professions, such as scouts and killers nurtured by certain factions.

They used this hidden force to handle many matters that could not see the light of day, and the "Dark Judgment" was evidently one such branch.

This force had been nurtured by the Thorns Family for a very long time, led by a total of three eighth-tier Dark Judgment Knights and composed of twelve seventh-tier Dark Judgment Knights.

And now, having come to this continent, the Thorns Family had brought two commanders and six seventh-tier Dark Judgment Knights.

In other words, by coming to the Continent of Immortal Relics, the Thorns Family had mobilized the majority of their forces, clearly determined to win this war at all costs!

Another reason for doing so was that the Abyssal Sea was closely guarded, making it inconvenient for certain powerful weapons to pass through, so they naturally had to rely on a powerful legion to fight.

Yet they had never lost confidence in their mighty legion.

On the battlefield that had already reached a fever pitch, Zong Wu wielded the sword in his hand; the blade was not long, but its sword qi shone like ten thousand rays of light, a power that few could evidently withstand.

But just then, an extremely eerie aura seemed to drift across the sky above the surrounding battlefield.

Looking closely, one could not discern any abnormality, as if everything were merely a trick of the senses.

An old man clad in a white priest's robe and wearing a white hat spoke in a leisurely manner, "Beneath the shadows, all sins are judged. This native does not seem to have noticed; it appears another wandering soul is about to fall beneath the blades of the Dark Judgment Knight Order."

"These natives naturally would not know that in the eyes of the Thorns Family, each of them shines as bright as a lantern in the dark of night, while these natives themselves are like blind men in the dark."

"That is only natural; otherwise, would the Dark Judgment Knight Order of the Thorns Family not be an empty title?"

No sooner had his voice fallen than Zong Wu, who had been locked in combat with a knight just a moment ago, suddenly and inexplicably—even abandoning his pursuit of that knight—side-stepped in the briefest fraction of a second.

In mid-air, right before Zong Wu's chest, a pitch-black dagger appeared as if tearing through space itself, and immediately afterward, a figure silently materialized in front of him. That dagger sliced past, nearly brushing against his chest, cutting a slit right over the position of his heart on his clean and majestic white robe.

It was easy to imagine what the consequence would have been had Zong Wu been even a fraction of a second slower.

"!!??"

At almost that exact instant, in the grand hall of Saint Heinz, the face of the old man who had just been speaking so smoothly looked as though it had been slapped, turning completely crimson.

"He... he dodged it?!"

Everyone was momentarily stunned.

In their eyes, this native warrior was at most at the peak of the seventh tier, not yet having reached the eighth.

However, the one who had just ambushed him was an eighth-tier powerhouse!

An eighth-tier powerhouse launching a sneak attack could not kill a seventh-tier?!

Could it be...

They immediately recalled the previous Hakes.

Could it be that this native warrior also possessed combat techniques like that previous native?

Yet at this time, whether it was Saint Heinz or Wilson, the "Earth of Thorns," their expressions remained indifferent, not showing even the slightest hint of emotion.

Because the Dark Judgment Knight dispatched by Wilson, the "Earth of Thorns," was not just a single individual, nor was there only one eighth-tier!

Two eighth-tiers and at least three seventh-tiers were coming for him!

Of the two eighth-tiers, one required the invocation of divine power to reach the eighth tier, while the other was a genuine eighth-tier in realm!

As for Zong Wu, he was merely at the peak of the seventh tier, which was the peak of the Martial Emperor Realm.

He had not yet reached the eighth tier.

Almost the very next instant after Zong Wu dodged the first attack, he suddenly felt a chilling air strike directly at his neck.

Almost instinctively, Zong Wu took another two steps back.

A cold sensation brushed his throat, and a thin line of blood appeared on Zong Wu's neck, failing to sever his windpipe by mere fractions of an inch!

A bead of cold sweat rolled down Zong Wu's forehead; at this moment, even he felt an immense pressure.

Invisible enemies, and attacks that appeared and vanished like ghosts.

There was more than one person; right after he dodged the attack that had nearly slit his throat, he immediately felt a fierce killing intent surging from behind. He hurriedly arched his back, and two pitch-black daggers sliced past, nearly grazing his spine!

Before he could even catch his breath, another two deadly black edges struck straight toward his ribs!

Zong Wu could not even feel the flow of the wind around him.

"Fighting against invisible enemies is what truly brings despair." In the grand hall of Saint Heinz, an old man watched this scene with great interest, "Because they can always toy with you completely, while you cannot even touch them."

In the magical projection before them, they saw attacks constantly thrusting out from the shadows around Zong Wu. Those pitch-black blades were silent and trackless, one dark gleam flashing after another, and even though Zong Wu fought exhaustingly to defend himself, several wounds had already appeared on his body!

Blood dripped down drop by drop, a shocking sight to behold.

"Hehehehe..." A burst of low laughter drifted out from the void.

It was as if to mock him.

A man clad in black armor stood in the void, not far in front of Zong Wu, but no one could see him, and neither could Zong Wu.

They hid within the shadows; they were the executioners of the dark!

Clearly, Zong Wu appeared to be reaching his limit, and those entities of the Dark Judgment Knight Order hidden in the shadows pulled back. They had not left, but were instead brewing the next wave of a certain-kill, tempestuous assault!

An aura of despair seemed to breed within this silence before the storm.

"City Master Zong?!" Seeing this scene from the magical vessel, Zhang Hao, the Vice Principal of the Haotian Academy who had not yet made a move, darkened his expression and was about to step forward to intervene.

In almost the blink of an eye, a knight barred his path—one of the six knights outside the shrine who had likewise not yet taken action.

"Seeking death!" The Patriarch of the Tang Family had just rushed forward when another knight descended from high above, intercepting him.

Clearly, no one could save Zong Wu.

When the Dark Judgment moved, they were bound to return with the enemy leader's head.

Wilson, the "Earth of Thorns," was twirling a fiery-red gemstone ring on his finger at this moment, glancing over with a cold smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

Evidently, he had long known these people would try to intervene and had prepared countermeasures.

"Even if you possess the most superb techniques, they cannot be put to use under such circumstances." Seeing this, the "World Mage" Hermaton also nodded, "Therefore, pursuing mere technique is fundamentally putting the cart before the horse."

"It looks like that 'Shadow Killer' has also grown tired of this." In the grand hall of Saint Heinz, the middle-aged man in the magnificent fiery-red robe spoke, "It seems it is about to end."

No sooner had his words fallen than Zong Wu pulled a black strap from his waist.

Under the astonished gazes of everyone in the grand hall of Saint Heinz, he used the strap to blindfold his own eyes.

"What does he want to do?!"

At this moment, only the "Shadow Killer" sensed that the current Zong Wu seemed entirely different from the native warrior who had just been at their mercy.

The physical eyes perish, the mind's eye opens!

Suddenly, they felt a murderous intent so overwhelming it became tangible, like an all-pervading chill, relentlessly eroding their very bodies!

A surge of killing intent!

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