Ten people had come to assassinate Lawrence this time: three mages, four archers, and three swordsmen.
Among the three swordsmen, one had the strength of a Sword Master, while the other two were Advanced Swordsmen. Apart from the earth High Mage Han Shuo had killed, there was also a spatial High Mage and the black-robed darkness Archmage.
When the black-robed mage saw Han Shuo appear carrying Bolak's head, his heart suddenly chilled. Bolak had been right beside him, yet he had been killed before the mage had seen anything happen. This meant the newcomer's strength was extraordinary.
"Kill this man first!" the black-robed mage suddenly shouted, preparing to chant a magic spell.
Suddenly, the large tree beside the black-robed mage began to sway strangely. Its branches became sharp arrows and shot toward him from every direction like a peacock spreading its tail. Before he could react, dozens of branches pierced him, turning him into a hedgehog and drenching him in blood.
Even as he died, the black-robed mage's eyes remained wide open. He stared unwillingly at the tree that had suddenly become a weapon, unable to understand how an utterly ordinary tree had turned into a merciless instrument of slaughter.
The two Advanced Swordsmen, dressed in tight black outfits, leaped down from the rooftop, intending to kill Han Shuo first. Ridiculously, three cracks somehow opened in the ground where they landed. The three men, who had intended to use their footing to charge at Han Shuo, were like flies throwing themselves into a net, shrieking as the three fissures swallowed them.
The few remaining attackers watched these bizarre changes in mounting alarm. The assassin with the strength of a Sword Master said in a low voice, "Retreat!"
At the Sword Master's suggestion, the four archers and the spatial High Mage