Chapter 60: Fresher Ball (9)
The march to the second pillar was brutal. Frost cracked beneath their boots, and the crimson glow of the spire ahead pulsed like a heartbeat. Every few seconds, a low rumble rolled across the ground, as if the world itself was straining under its corruption.
Michael's instincts screamed. The battlefield was too quiet. No waves of demons like before, no swarm to slow them down.
They're waiting. Setting up the kill.
"Eyes sharp," he warned. "This silence isn't mercy. It's a trap."
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They crossed into a narrow stretch between jagged ice formations when the shadows themselves came alive.
Dozens of figures erupted from the darkness—slender, twisted assassins with elongated arms, each tipped with claws dripping corrosive venom. Their bodies moved like liquid shadow, nearly invisible until the moment of strike.
"AMBUSH!" Michael shouted.
The assassins descended on all sides.
" Holy~ Crap it Assassin Class Demon of E rank "
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