But Duke Foulcrest was not dead.
Even after that devastating blow, he could still move!
After landing, Duke Foulcrest staggered and barely managed to steady himself.
The onlookers took a closer look and sucked in sharp breaths.
Duke Foulcrest's chest looked as though it had been blasted by a large-caliber shotgun. A whole chunk of flesh was gone, exposing the bones beneath.
That blow would surely have killed an ordinary person, yet Duke Foulcrest was still alive-and still standing.
"A cheat-death proc?"
Rhode frowned.
In the game, rogues had a passive skill that let them survive a fatal attack with a sliver of health. Rhode could no longer remember whether it was called "Cheat Death," "Feign Death," or something similar.
But everyone lumped skills like that together as "Brother Chun" skills, whether they belonged to rogues, mages, paladins, or death knights.
After all, believe in Brother Chun and gain eternal life.
Apparently, such skills existed in reality too. As one of the finest rogues, Duke Foulcrest had mastered that ability, which was how he had survived.
He's too strong!
Run! All I can do is run!
That was the only thought in Duke Foulcrest's mind. He felt he could not afford to stay even one more second.
He had fought countless brutal battles in his life, but he had never faced an enemy like this.
Neither that earlier Mage Hand nor this latest Fireball was anything he could withstand.
"Veil of Concealment!"
At Duke Foulcrest's hushed cry, a milky-white, translucent dome seemed to settle over his surroundings, and his figure gradually disappeared from everyone's sight.
This was his last trump card.
A trump card meant only for escape.
This skill was even harder to detect than a rogue's ordinary Vanish or Stealth, and it could even conceal allies along with