However, the name of the Demon Race was simply too terrifying.
Ryan didn't even dare to look at Hannah again.
He scrambled out of the cathedral, chasing after the hunters who had already departed.
Hannah gave an indifferent shrug.
“It looks like I’ll have to switch identities again to keep an eye on these guys.”
“A pity, I quite liked being a bard.”
A trace of nostalgia flashed through her eyes.
“It reminds me of those days more than ten years ago, wandering through the borderlands.”
“Singing the poems I wrote myself.”
Noticing from the corner of her eye that Rosa had already stumbled out of the cathedral, Hannah and Roger exchanged a silent nod.
The two of them flickered and followed her out without a sound.
Their tracking methods were extremely sophisticated.
Hannah didn't stay close; instead, she would occasionally flap her bat wings slightly.
She emitted faint sound waves outside the human range of hearing.
The waves swept across the ruins, accurately feeding back the movements ahead.
Roger was more like a shadow.
His footsteps were nearly silent as they fell on the rubble and decaying leaves.
Every turn and pause was naturally concealed by the shadows of the buildings.
His experience was terrifyingly vast.
Rosa was heading in the same direction Ryan had fled.
Her eyes were blood-red and her breathing was heavy, yet her steps were exceptionally resolute.
Her right hand was constantly pressed against an inconspicuous leather case at her waist.
The case was about the size of a palm and pitch-black.
The surface was etched with dense silver runes.
It was a specialized weapon for Demon Hunters, the black-box crossbow.
Not far behind her, Roger lowered his voice and analyzed the situation:
“She’s going to rob the guide.”
“Without the dying to pave the way, she wouldn't be able to survive in the mist at all.”
“The specters in the Demon God's Eerie Mist would tear her to pieces.”
Upon hearing the mention of the Demon God's Eerie Mist, Hannah let out a sneer.
A sneer filled with blatant sarcasm.
“What do you think the expressions would be on the faces of those ‘Heroes’ who throw themselves one after another into the struggle to charge into the Demon God's fortress…”
“If they knew that in this remote Blackwater Corridor…”
She paused, a trace of mockery flashing in her crimson eyes.
“These bounty hunters they look down upon…”
“Cracked the so-called Demon God's Eerie Mist ten years ago.”
“And can even come and go as they please by relying on ‘the dying’...”
Roger asked in a low voice, “Should we help her?”
Hannah nodded. “Of course we help.”
“We need her to lead us to the City Lord.”
She shifted the conversation, the corners of her mouth curling into a playful arc.
Her blood-colored eyes suddenly turned to the side—toward the balcony of an abandoned house.
She smiled. “But before that…”
“Let’s catch the little mice following us first.”
Before she had even finished speaking, she cracked her neck, the excitement in her eyes intensifying.
Roger asked, “Need a hand?”
“I won't trouble a High-tier Legendary Knight.”
Hannah gave a light laugh, the bat wings on her back trembling slightly.
“Just two little runts. I only need… two swipes.”
On the balcony, Lin Gui sat on the side of his staff, his brow furrowed.
The Shroud of the Gloomy Night… had been seen through again?!
Before he could think further, Hannah below had already moved.
The bat wings on her back gave a violent flap!
The air let out a short sonic boom.
Her entire person turned into a dark red afterimage, soaring into the sky.
Her speed was so fast that it pulled a distorted trajectory in the field of vision.
She extended her right hand, her nails instantly growing long.
They turned into five curved, pitch-black claws that glinted with a metallic chill.
Her crimson eyes locked onto the balcony, filled with the excitement of a hunt.
However—
She actually flew straight past Lin Gui, who was suspended in mid-air!
Her claws, carrying a stench of blood, clawed violently toward the empty stone railing of the balcony!
“Cree—!”
The ear-piercing sound of tearing exploded.
On the balcony that had been empty a moment ago, space underwent a violent ripple.
Two slender figures stumbled out into the open!
It was precisely Theia and Eve!
Theia reacted instantly, shoving Eve toward the rear.
At the same time, she pulled out the dagger at her waist.
Her emerald eyes were instantly dyed blood-red, and demon energy erupted!
The dagger turned into a dark red arc of light, meeting those five claws.
“Clang!!!”
The explosive sound of metal clashing was deafening.
At the moment the pitch-black claws and the dagger collided—
A violent shockwave exploded outward in a circle!
“Boom!!”
The roof of the entire balcony was blown away on the spot.
Rubble and debris splattered everywhere like a rainstorm.
Theia felt an irresistible, massive force travel through the dagger.
The web between her thumb and index finger split open, and the dagger flew from her hand.
She herself was sent flying back like a kite with a broken string.
Hannah chased after the retreating Theia.
The afterimages of her claws condensed again as her bat wings beat violently.
In less than a breath, she had caught up with Theia, who was still flying backward in mid-air.
“Eavesdropping on people’s conversations behind their backs—”
She grinned savagely, her claws thrusting straight toward Theia’s heart.
“Is very impolite, little girl.”
Her claws pierced through the air, bringing with them a bloody wind.
Theia was suspended in mid-air with nowhere to leverage herself; it looked like she had no way to avoid the blow.
Just when Hannah thought victory was within her grasp—
She saw that the elven girl had, uncharacteristically, curled her lips into a smirk.
She didn't protect her vital spots, nor did she block or parry.
Instead, she stretched out her chest, leaving herself wide open.
At the same time, her right hand reached swiftly behind her back—
And gripped the bowstring of her demigod longbow.
Hannah’s pupils narrowed.
In her field of vision.
That white-haired elf actually shifted horizontally several feet in mid-air!
It was as if invisible wings were lifting her.
Demon energy saturated with a dangerous aura rapidly gathered on that extraordinary longbow.
Hannah’s pupils shrank to the size of pinpricks, and she flapped her bat wings frantically, trying to dodge to the side.
However, right at that moment—
An icy and obscure ripple of magic power exploded around her without any warning!
Looking from the corner of her eye, she saw four pitch-black magic circles.
They had actually been constructed in silence right beside her.
Since when?!
Her mind went blank.
From start to finish, she hadn't detected a single trace of magic power gathering!
“Swoosh swoosh swoosh—!”
Black shadows erupted from the circles!
Dozens of spikes made of pure shadow shot out.
They weren't particularly sharp, nor could they truly pierce through her protective demon energy.
However, they were like countless cold vines, entwining, impeding, and interfering with her every movement.
The rhythm of her wings was disrupted, and her balance was instantly lost.
It was in that moment of hesitation.
The demon energy arrow on Theia’s bowstring had condensed to its limit.
Emerald eyes locked on, and she released the string.
A dark red streak of light pierced through the air!
It landed solidly on Hannah’s body.
Like a meteor hitting the ground, rubble and smoke exploded violently.
Hannah coughed out a breath of turbid air; waves of numbness and stinging pain traveled through her arms.
She propped up her body, her bat wings folded in a somewhat pathetic state, and her eyes were filled with a mix of shock and rage.
Just as she was about to flap her wings and counterattack—
A touch of coldness silently pressed against her neck.
It was a dagger that was heavily worn, yet swirled with a dangerous magic power.
The blade was pressed tight against her skin, sending a clear stinging sensation to her.
With just a light flick, her throat could be cut open.
If she were of a class that excelled in defense, such as a knight or a warrior.
This stab might not have been enough to take her life.
But unfortunately, the extreme speed and claws she displayed…
Clearly indicated she followed the path of a high-attack, fragile-speed type.
The neck had always been the most lethal weakness.
Her movements froze, and her crimson eyes shifted slightly downward.
Staring at the weapon right next to her, she suddenly began to laugh.
“To think there was one more person hidden that we didn't discover… Truly impressive.”
Her voice was hoarse, yet it carried a strange sense of ease.
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