418: Chapter 417: Chaotic Magic Skill 418: Chapter 417: Chaotic Magic Skill The slaughter continued relentlessly—Ning Fan had gone through an uncountable number of weapons, and the battle had dragged on for an unknown length of time.
Ning Fan’s physical strength had been depleted to a shocking extent, yet he still stood erect in the middle of the hall.
In the grand hall of the ancient castle, bodies were nearly piling up to fill the space.
Countless assassins from the Yun Ci Guild had died—a rough glance suggested at least a couple hundred.
In the hall, assassins from the Yun Ci Guild would die in droves, and immediately another batch would replace them.
Wave after wave of assaults pushed Ning Fan to his limits.
Yun Ni and others on the second floor had attacked at least ten times.
Ning Fan, soaked in blood, bore many lethal injuries inflicted by them.
The sacrifices in the strategy of attrition by the Yun Ci Guild were elite agents, and Yun Ni and his comrades were top assassins within the guild, making Ning Fan’s injuries increasingly severe.
“I really underestimated you guys.
Is this place a rat’s nest?
It’s one pile after another, as if it can never be exterminated?”
Ning Fan gasped for air as he spoke, his tone still forceful; he did not reveal his severely drained physical strength, a critical weakness.
However, Yun Ni and his comrades could already see Ning Fan’s current condition.
Faced with wave after wave of suicidal offensives from the Yun Ci Guild, to say it had no effect would certainly be false.
“Phantom Asura, truly as formidable as they say!” A solemn light flickered in Yun Ni’s eyes.
That Ning Fan was still standing there proved everything—the disparity in strength was just too apparent.
If it were Yun Ni himself, he definitely could not have held out until now.
Faced with the Guild’s suicide assaults from an array of elites, let alone holding on, it was uncertain whether a whole corpse could even be left behind.
Yun Ni sighed inwardly, and his expression gradually grew colder.
“Hurry up, he’s at the end of his tether now!”
At the end of his tether?
Perhaps so…
Ning Fan chuckled bitterly to himself.
His physical strength was nearly depleted, and standing there now was mostly due to his remarkable willpower.
Anyone else might have already been overwhelmed in the sea of people.
The killers from the Yun Ci Guild once again advanced like a tide, and Ning Fan stood atop a mountain of corpses, overlooking them with eyes slowly turning blood red.
As the killing resumed, Yun Ni and his people finally made their move again.
Yun Ni and his comrades on the second floor, brandishing long swords, rushed down and circled the outskirts of the crowd, continuously troubling Ning Fan.
Ning Fan’s breathing grew increasingly erratic, his movements started to slow down, and many times he relied on instinct rather than his own reactions to counterattack.
Muscle memory from tens of thousands of battles once again saved Ning Fan, but now every movement brought excruciating pain throughout his body, incessantly tormenting his mind.
Splat!
A long sword pierced through Ning Fan’s chest.
He turned to look at Yun Ni and flashed an incomprehensible smile.
“What a pity, my heart isn’t here!”
Ning Fan’s eyes widened, a deadly aura burst forth from within him, and whether from the blood of his enemies or some other reason, his eyes turned completely blood red.
Shocking murderous aura burst forth from Ning Fan’s body, ejecting Yun Ni’s long sword and splattering blood on Yun Ni’s face.
Ning Fan disappeared.
Chaotic Magic Skill!
The four words flashed through Ning Fan’s mind.
He had come to comprehend this skill from the Eight Zen Mantra and now found himself compelled to use it under these circumstances.
Strength filled his body once again, completely eradicating any pain and fatigue, replaced by immense excitement and a desire to kill.
“The performance resumes!” Ning Fan’s voice echoed from all directions, and a new spree of killing began.
A bloody phantom darted across the room—wherever he passed, several people were torn to pieces, and no one could discern his movements.
Ning Fan moved as swiftly as lightning.
Once again, a rain of blood fell in the hall.
Yun Ni and other masters had initially gained some advantage, but now, they could only focus on protecting themselves and were unable to counterattack.
After an unknown amount of time had passed, everyone in the hall had been slain, leaving only Yun Ni standing before Ning Fan with strained effort.
“What a pity, you still lost!” Ning Fan wasn’t taunting; he was merely stating a fact.
Just stating a fact, Ning Fan’s eyes glinted with intense murderous intent.
The murderous aura on his body, rather than diminishing after the slaughter, had grown even more intense.
A bitter expression crossed Yun Ni’s face as he looked up at Ning Fan, raised his long sword again, and charged, crying out, “Yun Ni, please enlighten me!”
A moment of hesitation flickered in Ning Fan’s eyes, but ultimately, he made a deadly move against Yun Ni.
In the blink of an eye, he appeared right in front of Yun Ni.
With a swift movement, one of his hands pierced through Yun Ni’s chest, his heart crushed instantly by Ning Fan.
“Remember to choose a better fate in your next life,” Ning Fan said indifferently.
Yun Ni’s eyes widened as he spat out a mouthful of blood.
His eyes gradually lost their light, but they held no regret for his decision.
Do what one can, leave the rest to fate—that had been his mantra.
Yun Ni had no personal enmity with Ning Fan, but his position forced him to confront Ning Fan, even if it meant losing his life without regret.
Yun Ni’s body fell, tumbling down a mountain of corpses to the ground.
Ning Fan glanced at him once and then left the place.
Meanwhile, in the secret surveillance room of the castle, Yalantes watched the scene of Ning Fan atop the mountain of corpses on the screen, now completely panicked.
“We must hurry away!”
Yalantes made a decision to flee as soon as possible, abandoning their headquarters.
Only by escaping could they devise another plan to deal with the formidable Ning Fan.
Ning Fan’s power had surpassed Yalantes’s imagination; he had always anticipated that Ning Fan wouldn’t be easily defeated, which is why he had arranged for so many to ambush him.
Not long ago, when Ning Fan’s movements had begun to slow, Yalantes had been pleased.
But unexpectedly, Ning Fan had managed to explode with power in a life-or-death moment, not only wiping out all the masters of the Yun Ci Guild headquarters but also leaving Yalantes, the leader of the Yun Ci Guild, in a precarious position.
Without any hesitation, Yalantes, along with a few remaining agents, quickly rushed toward the secret escape tunnel.