After activating his Illusory World, a faint layer of starlight formed a protective shield around Shi Feng's body. It granted him immunity to all magic damage and converted 10% of incoming magic damage into healing that restored his own HP. The effect lasted ten seconds with a three-minute cooldown.
The crowd besieging Shi Feng still hadn't realized that the Mechanical Slaughterer had already unleashed its power. They continued charging at him like fools.
Before anyone could react—
The stone-paved road suddenly fractured. The earth trembled as blade after blade of wind shot up from the ground.
Every player and NPC guard struck down by the wind blades was killed without exception.
After a frenzy of storms, the main street outside the Transmission Hall was unrecognizable—nothing but ruins.
The crowd of players watching from a distance fell silent.
This level of destruction was something they had never witnessed before. Who could have imagined that thousands of players would be wiped out in a single blow? The street that had been packed shoulder-to-shoulder now had a gaping void. Even the level-150 guards, whom players could only look up to, had been instantly killed. How were they—mere players—supposed to deal with something like this?
The players who had originally been itching to take down the Mechanical Slaughterer now felt nothing but helplessness.
"No!"
The guild leaders who had been planning to siege one another now had eyes blazing red with fury. Gone were their earlier composure and cool-headedness, replaced entirely by deep regret and rage.
The Mechanical Slaughterer's Storm Domain had obliterated several thousand of the troops they'd sent in.
Most of those killed were elite players.
These guilds were already second-rate at best. Having six or seven hundred elites in a single guild was considered decent. Losing even a few dozen would deal a serious blow—now each guild had lost over a hundred. It was practically a death sentence.
"Hei Yan really gave those guilds what they deserved," Ban Jiu laughed from far away, watching the spectacle. "Let's see them try to bully people again."
Jianying nodded in agreement.
Watching this unfold from the sidelines was easy enough. But pulling it off was a different matter entirely.
You had to bait the monster's attacks while simultaneously dodging strikes from other players. You needed to know exactly where you could go and where you couldn't. Without pinpoint control over your surroundings—flawless to the highest degree—a single misstep meant death. It was like walking a tightrope high above the ground, your life hanging by a thread.
Once the Storm Domain dissipated, the brief calm was shattered just as quickly.
The Mechanical Slaughterer had spotted living targets. And Shi Feng was still bouncing around, alive and kicking. That was an insult it could not tolerate.
Without hesitation, the Mechanical Slaughterer drew its serrated greatsword and began spinning itself and its weapon together. A tornado formed almost instantly—its Blade Storm skill, though slightly different from the norm. This one carried a terrifying suction force that could easily drag players in, and it moved at incredible speed.
"Even at thirty yards away, my movement is severely hampered. Any closer and even I'd get sucked in," Shi Feng muttered, pulling an acceleration scroll from his bag and charging straight toward the cluster of guilds.
A level-150 Tier Two guard captain standing only five or six yards away was yanked into the vortex. A chain of damage numbers over 100,000 popped up above its head. In moments, it was dead under the Blade Storm.
The horrifying damage numbers made everyone break into a cold sweat.
By now, nobody was thinking about taking down the Mechanical Slaughterer. There was only one thought in every mind:
Run!
Lone players near the edges immediately began fleeing, and guild members were no exception.
When those guild members saw Shi Feng charging toward them, they were so terrified they forgot to even attack. Every one of them turned and bolted.
Nobody was a fool. They weren't going to walk knowingly to their deaths.
This chase—one player hounding tens of thousands—became quite the spectacle on White River City's main street. Players who had just arrived gaped at the scene in disbelief.
They had seen plenty of groups chasing down a single player.
But this?
One player chasing tens of thousands, and those tens of thousands running as if they had seen ghosts, terrified of being caught.
It truly was something none of them had ever witnessed before.