Wens is coming!
This is the information Sailesi learned from that drop of Wens' True Blood.
The chill he felt was not physical, but rather the sensation of his " Vitality " being genuinely drained away.
Sailesi didn't know whether the skeleton was still alive or not, but he had his own understanding of " Vitality."
As long as it is a sentient being, regardless of its form of existence, Wens can seize something called "vitality" to some extent.
No wonder the councilors of the Skeleton Alliance need Wens ' Authority to complete their own tasks, ranking only after Rosalind, who is purely a devourer.
If they actually get their hands on it, the overall combat power of the Skeleton Alliance might increase significantly.
Such a terrifying Grand Duke, such a chilling Authority.
Upon learning of Wens's impending arrival, Sailesi's choice was, of course,...
Concealing or failing to report.
Oh dear, what's there to say?
[ Divine Wings ] is in perfect form right now. Even if Wens really comes, it's just a matter of a ball of light, isn't it?
If I rashly stop reporting the location to Lord [ Divine Wings ] about this, what if Lord [ Divine Wings ] is momentarily distracted and York betrays him?
Oh, is there really such a good thing?
Why don't you talk to him about it yourself?
No, there's absolutely no chemistry between me and York. Besides, once the suppression from the lightning orb ends, York's assassination attempt might not necessarily Descent [ Divine Wings ]; he might just stab me in the heart instead.
With this in mind, Sailesi decided to stick to his original plan, which was to keep it a secret.
It's better to say nothing than to remain silent. By keeping quiet, you create more chaos on the battlefield, which is beneficial to yourself.
Having finalized the plan, Sailesi didn't take any further action, simply maintaining the tacit understanding with [ Whale Tail ] and [ Divine Wings ] to help his teammates suppress Rosalind.
At this moment, [ Divine Wings ] was completely immersed in the joy of using long-range attacks against short-range ones.
Under his constant suppression, Rosalind's recovery speed slowed down significantly.
And York?
Without Rosalind's protection, his own brilliance almost overshadowed the entire battlefield. Even if Rosalind occasionally popped into his field of vision to refresh his presence, it was of no use to the overall situation.
"This is completely useless!"
York called out to Rosalind in his heart:
"The light emanating from that skeleton is very different; I've never seen this ability before, and approaching it rashly would be extremely risky for me."
"Continue to hold them back!"
Rosalind's bestial roar echoed through the air.
York, who was in the shadows, flinched for a moment and gave a perfunctory "uh-huh" response.
He leaped out from under a skeleton once more, transforming into a Shadow as he flew towards the horde of Blood Corpse on the other side of the battlefield.
Sailesi in the air immediately locked onto his landing point, precisely marked the Blood Corpse closest to that location, and attempted to manipulate the subconscious of the other Blood Corpse to move away from that position.
York was very familiar with this move, and he was only trying to attract the opponent's attention; he didn't actually intend to land at the intended spot.
The formless and intangible shadow suddenly solidified in the air, transforming into a thick, ink-like darkness.
York made an impossible turn in mid-air and landed in the battle formation on the other side.
Sailesi noticed this and immediately manipulated the Dream of Rebirth to begin a new arrangement.
Just before landing, York's figure transformed again, splitting into twelve different Shadow, each flying off in a different direction.
Sailesi, suspended in mid-air, froze for a moment before quickly locking on again.
York, who had fallen into the combat zone, was already playing "Candy Crush".
The twelve shadows suddenly expanded their coverage area, and the dark afterimages slashed across the necks of countless skeletons. With a series of explosions, the heads of the skeletons covered by the shadows were separated from their bodies.
Such Harvest was a piece of cake for York; in the blink of an eye, hundreds of skeletons had fallen.
Several of the more capable commander skeletons became aware of York's presence and drew their weapons in an attempt to harm him.
Unfortunately, in York's eyes, their speed was no different from that of a newborn baby.
Ordinary skeletons at least enjoy a rare, painless death, but these creatures who can sense York's presence will only sadly realize in their final moments that they are powerless to do anything.
They could only fall into the bottomless abyss called death, filled with regret, resentment, and anger.
York's slaughter was like a precise dance, with twelve clones wreaking havoc at twelve different points along the battle line, creating twelve rare "no man's lands" on the entire battlefield.
As York caught a glimpse of the [ Divine Wings ] in the air turning to look at him, his twelve Shadow suddenly merged into one and began to flee again.
The next moment, the lightning struck his original spot. York thought to himself, "That was close!" He took advantage of the [ Divine Wings ] skill's recovery animation to be swallowed up by the Rosalind Lineage's Corpse Tide.
Whether day or night, his speed was always the fastest of all the grand dukes.
York.
York, who was frantically fleeing, suddenly heard a call.
Despite the deafening battle cries and the thunderous roars behind him, he still heard that somewhat cold voice.
"What?!"
The Grand Duke, hidden in the shadows, looked up in disbelief and was astonished to find an ordinary, Low Tier Blood Corpse staring at him with one eye.
Is that it?
York looked closely and instantly captured every detail of the Blood Corpse:
The Blood Corpse had lost an arm, its clothes were almost gone, its feet were worn down to the bone, and the huge maw on its stomach, belonging to the Rosalind Lineage, seemed to have remained closed for a long time due to hunger.
The ordinary Blood Corpse still had a lingering tremor at the corner of its lips from uttering the last syllable of its own name.
These subtle movements were crystal clear to him, the world's most powerful assassin.
Without a doubt, it is calling out to itself.
How is that possible?
How can Low Tier keep up with their own speed?
York was horrified, but his movement speed instantly increased again.
York.
The voice came again, but this time it was not the same Blood Corpse as before, but the master of the shadow he was about to fall into, another ordinary Low Tier Blood Corpse.
York felt a sense of dread, but instead of accelerating, he became extremely alert to his surroundings and began to move erratically.
If I don't even know where I'm going, then no one can predict my future!
But that voice, like a persistent leech, followed him wherever he went, using the damaged vocal cords of countless Blood Corpse to send a pieced-together sentence into his ears:
I can bring you ten seconds of darkness.