The Fish May Die, But the Net Won't Necessarily Break

Lu Chuan was like a phantom, roaming across the battlefield as he constantly searched for targets to strike.

Relying on his own ghostly, unpredictable speed, the Sealing Power of the Xuantian Seal, and his own Mental Attack.

Every time he launched a sneak attack, he struck only once.

If that slash failed to kill his opponent, he would flee far away without the slightest hesitation.

He did not face anyone head-on at all.

However, with his strength, it was not that there were no Foreign Race members who could withstand one slash from him, but among the targets he selected, those who could were few and far between.

One hour.

Lu Chuan struck nineteen times.

He killed eighteen King-Level Experts from the Blood Race and the Asura Race.

Of course, they were all limited to First Rank King-Level.

Lu Chuan acted with great measure. The targets he chose were all First Rank King-Level, the weakest batch among this group of Foreign Race members.

So, basically, one slash meant certain death.

The only one who escaped did so because he had an Exotic Treasure on him, which blocked Lu Chuan's slash for him.

But he did not survive either.

Because he failed to block the assassination of another Human Race expert.

That Exotic Treasure of his was a one-use consumable. It blocked Lu Chuan's sneak-attack slash, but his previous opponent seized the momentum and pierced through his Crystal Core with a single sword.

On the battlefield.

As one Foreign Race expert after another fell, the situation had already shifted drastically.

The scales of victory tilted toward the Human Race.

As the situation changed, the Human Race members' fighting spirit immediately boiled over.

By contrast, the experts of the Blood Race and the Asura Race now had faces like cold ice, thoughts