Long Night IV (Thanks to Hundred-Eyed One for becoming an Alliance Leader)
On the third floor, heavy breathing sounded from the outer walls beyond the collapsed wing.
Ignoring gravity as though it did not exist, Little An stood on the rear wall of the villa, gasping violently as he looked up at the distance. Sweat ran down from his forehead and into his eyes, stinging them and blurring his vision.
On the surface of the pond stood that figure.
And all around him lay countless scattered pieces of iron.
All of them had been shattered and twisted.
Or else they were held in the strange figure's hand, carefully examined.
Wolf Jars, Dragon Heads, Leaning Rods, Cross Jars... He had used every technique he excelled at, yet he could not inflict so much as a wound upon the enemy before him.
Meanwhile, he was already nearing exhaustion.
The instant his focus slipped, a horrifying chill ran down his spine. He twisted sharply, and a crimson crystal arrow grazed past his temple, embedding itself in the wall. It pierced through three layers before flying into the night sky and vanishing.
"Is this all?"
The White Deer Chosen One known as Blood Slaughter sighed. He crushed the iron shard in his hand into powder, his tone filled with disappointment. "What a pity. I finally ran into a White Deer Hunter, only to find he was someone driven out of his own home... What a wasted trip."
Crack!
A harsh blood-red radiance shot from his fingertips like torrential rain, carving deep marks into the wall as it relentlessly pursued the boy like maggots clinging to bone.
Iron shards and blood crystals collided in the darkness, tracing countless intricate paths before annihilating each other in pairs—or leaving cut after cut across Little An's cheek and