That said, warning Platinum Embrace would not be easy.
The Raging Lion Warrior whose chest had been pierced by a spear knelt stiffly on one knee in a pool of his own blood like a rigid statue, wheezing painfully.
With every breath, great gouts of blood trickled down along the spearhead.
Without the support of his Totem Armor, it looked as though he could not even lift his head.
The Wolf Clan assassins around him had already completed their deployment.
If the future had not changed, Meng Chao estimated that they would strike simultaneously within ten seconds at most, erasing the name Platinum Embrace from the river of history.
At this critical moment, Meng Chao had no time to think. He gathered the killing intent around him, tore through the air before him, and transformed it into visible ripples that shot fiercely toward Platinum Embrace's brow.
Since the Wolf Clan assassins would never reveal their killing intent before the final moment—
Then Meng Chao would reveal it for them!
An expert like Platinum Embrace, even if heavily wounded, remained extremely sensitive—perhaps even more sensitive—to subtle changes in his surroundings, especially killing intent from an enemy.
The instant Meng Chao's eyes widened, Platinum Embrace immediately sensed that, in the undergrowth not far from the mountain hollow, a deadly venomous snake seemed to have opened its bloody maw at him, revealing fangs still dripping with poison.
Naturally, Platinum Embrace did not know that a profession called "sniper" existed.
But that did not stop such an image from rapidly surfacing in his mind—a green-skinned elven archer with sharp ears, wrapped in vines and weeds, expressionlessly drawing an exquisitely patterned short bow amid dense branches.
The arrow trembling faintly on the bowstring bloomed with an eerie radiance like holy water, as though it could