Encirclement, Qin Tian Appears

On the Wasteland, the wind howled.

Eight Black Clad Men surrounded Dongfang Haoyue at the center, only several dozen meters away from him. They kept precisely measured distances between one another, forming an airtight encirclement that blocked every possible escape route.

Dongfang Haoyue swept his gaze across them one by one. All of them wore standard black masks, their surfaces rippling with faint Psionic Fluctuations that blocked spiritual detection, preventing him from seeing their true faces.

Yet even without seeing their faces, he could feel the gazes behind those masks—cold, focused, and carrying the disciplined killing intent of trained fighters.

Their auras were restrained, but their sharp edges remained hidden beneath the surface. They were clearly all battle-hardened veterans.

"Attack!"

The Black Clad Men wasted no words. After Wei Dong had been completely devoured by the Wet-Bone Willow, they launched their assault without hesitation, striking with lethal moves from the outset.

"Boom! Boom! Boom—"

Five Sixth Order fighters and three Seventh Order fighters—eight powerful auras erupted at once, like eight invisible Mountain Peaks crashing down together. Dongfang Haoyue was firmly locked in place, and as Psionic Energy surged, even the ground beneath his feet began to crack slightly.

Immediately afterward, psionic spells, Blade Light, and Sword Qi poured down upon Dongfang Haoyue like a raging storm.

Some formed hand seals and unleashed several wind blades condensed to the extreme. They tore through the air with piercing shrieks, leaving pale white trails in the sky;

Some swung their sabers, sending out several-meter-long dark-red blade arcs that swept forward with scorching waves of heat, leaving faint scorched marks across the ground in their wake;

Others circled around from the sides, silently driving daggers toward Dongfang Haoyue's heart from behind. Their movements were light, making almost no sound.

Every strike was fierce and