"Poison Heart?"
Wind's Regret stared in shock at Poison Heart Cold Hand, who lay beneath a tree in a miserable state.
Poison Heart Cold Hand was now a genuine Tier 4 class, even stronger than players who had truly advanced to Tier 4, because he could use every Tier 4 magical skill of a Tier 4 Great Demon—something Tier 4 players simply could not do.
Yet he had just been blasted away...
Meanwhile, Fire Feather Drifting Down and Helpless Smile found the scene strangely familiar beneath their shock.
Not long ago, Seven Mansions had appeared before them in exactly the same manner.
"Could the monster Seven Mansions mentioned be that person in the forest?" Thinking of Seven Mansions's earlier words, Helpless Smile's expression turned incomparably grim.
After all their effort, they had thought they could finally defeat the monster Seven Mansions had spoken of.
Yet reality had played a cruel joke on them.
It was not just Helpless Smile. Even Fire Feather Drifting Down, who was locked in combat with Fire Dance, was so stunned that she failed to react for a moment and nearly got killed by Fire Dance.
After a brief silence, a man walked out of the forest. He wore black light armor from head to toe, a black cloak draped over his shoulders, and two sharp swords at his waist. The terrifying mana around him made the surrounding space seem shrouded in mist. In the dim forest, he resembled the Grim Reaper of the night, sending a chill down everyone's spine.
For a moment, the core members of the three great adventure teams who had intended to assist Poison Heart Cold Hand all turned toward their three teams still in battle, their eyes filled with deep uncertainty. None knew whether they should charge into the forest.