Upon Cang Yixiao's command, the others sprang into action.
Elementalists and Warlocks began their incantations, Rangers drew their longbows, and melee fighters like Shield Warriors and Guardian Knights prepared to intercept.
"Hei Yan, let our two squads push toward the left side together. It's a forest over there—it'll be easy to shake them off." Lan Shuyun raised her shield, bracing for damage, and said urgently.
Hei Yan's team had such high levels; the odds of them lacking strength were minuscule.
Though they were fewer in number, fighting with twelve against fifty, or six against fifty, was incomparably easier, especially since Hei Yan's squad was clearly far more capable than theirs. Breaking through the encirclement safely wasn't impossible.
But before Lan Shuyio finished speaking, Huo Wu had already made her move.
Using Shadow Step, she instantly appeared behind Cang Yixiao. The blood-red short sword, trailing sparks, sliced through the air toward the back of his head.
The speed was so great that Cang Yixiao had no time to react. A damage number of 1,106 popped above his head, instantly draining nearly a third of his health.
Seeing the second True Fire Flow Blade about to strike, Cang Yixiao was horrified.
"Get lost!" He hurriedly used Whirlwind Slash, sweeping his greatsword toward Huo Wu.
Berserkers were known for their strength. Whirlwind Slash amplified its power through rotation; even with a slight strength advantage, one couldn't withstand it.
Clang!
Cang Yixiao's greatsword seemed to strike divine iron, stopping frozen beside Huo Wu without budging. Instead, Cang Yixiao felt a numbing jolt in his hand.
"How is that possible?" Staring at his greatsword so easily blocked by the slender blood-red sword in Huo Wu's hand, his face filled with shock.
Was this an assassin?
That thought echoed deeply in Cang Yixiao's mind.
But in that brief moment of astonishment, Huo Wu spun the True Fire Flow Blade and gave it a slight shake, instantly knocking Cang Yixiao's greatsword away. He was forced back a step. Following up, Huo Wu swung her other hand directly toward his chest.
Though Berserkers focused on strength, the equipment disparity meant Huo Wu, with her lower strength stat, still completely overpowered Cang Yixiao.
The Divine Realm was this cruel—everything was decided by data.
Class advantages meant nothing against overwhelming stats.
Facing Huo Wu's strike, Cang Yixiao tried desperately to block with his greatsword, but she gave him no chance.
Shadow Strike!
Huo Wu vanished, her entire form phasing through Cang Yixiao to appear behind him.
Cang Yixiao was about to turn to face her, but the damage number of 3,426 that popped above his head had already emptied his health bar. His vision turned gray.
It ended before it even began.
Cang Yixiao never understood what had happened from start to finish.
She was just an assassin two levels higher than him—yet he hadn't even had the strength to fight back.
"Is the gap between players really that huge?" Cang Yixiao couldn't fathom it. Huo Wu's appearance completely shattered his understanding.
Yet, for all his confusion, Cang Yixiao still fell to the ground.
From the moment Huo Wu acted to the end of the battle, it seemed slow but was actually instantaneous.
The crowd only saw Huo Wu vanish, then appear before Cang Yixiao, and immediately after, he collapsed. Their leader, the only powerhouse among them, was dead just like that...