Riiip!
The sharp fish spear tore through the air, thrusting toward the enemy directly ahead amid a howling whistle.
Carrying a fierce gust, the spearhead pierced into the Adventurer's flesh, yet there was none of the expected resistance from flesh and bone.
It felt light and insubstantial.
With only a slight exertion of force, the Adventurer's body that appeared to have been skewered by the fish spear dissolved and faded amid invisible ripples, like a distorted phantom in stirred water.
At the sight, the expression on the face of the roaring Elite Murloc Guard froze.
Before it had time to think or react, it felt a deadly threat coming from behind.
The shadow cast beneath its feet onto the beach writhed violently. Dark energy crawled up and wrapped around its calves like tentacles, restraining its body.
Two Short Daggers emerged from its blind spot at the rear side—held forward in the left hand and reversed in the right—and lightly swept across the murloc's neck like a bee sting.
The dark energy that had bound it turned into harmless shadows, and the fish spear fell to the ground.
Letting out a desperate cry, the murloc guard clutched its neck with both hands and struggled as it collapsed in pain. Glowing blue blood seeped endlessly through its fingers, quickly forming a pool on the ground.
His chest heaving, the grim-faced middle-aged man breathed rapidly. He bent down and dealt two more blows to the murloc's head, confirming its death.
Turning around, he swept his gaze over several teammates in his party who were fighting murlocs. Seeing that none had suffered severe injuries and that they remained relatively safe overall, he finally relaxed a little.
Though the Adventurers had outwardly formed a united front, this was ultimately an improvised collaboration. They had never