In the peripheral vision, that military Invoker was running toward us: "You all, wait..."

"The south is not safe," the instructor shouted: "It's best if you leave this place with us...!"

"Please take others away."

Fang Hong glanced at the other person and replied.

He had his own objective, he had to head south, whether it's the real threat from the Dragon Worship Sect or the current situation, everything needed an answer.

With a 'click', he adjusted the Pride of the Lonely King in his hand, gently gripping the pitch-black Dragon's Claw, and started moving forward. At the same time, with his left hand, he unfastened the bronze buttons of his coat one by one, and forcefully tugged it open—the coat flared like a flag with a 'swish'—a screeching sound, an undead vulture was enveloped within it, and dragged the coat, crashing into a nearby rock, rolling far away.

The instructor was almost stunned at the scene, how calm can a person be? But he didn't know that Fang Hong was already accustomed to such scenes.

How does it compare to the Bifenris underground?

Utterly insignificant.

Fang Hong raised his left hand, aiming at the rooftop to one side. Only then did the instructor react, hurriedly asking: "Wait a minute, which guild are you from?"

Fang Hong paused for a moment, then replied: "Seven Seas Travel Group." With a soft sound, a long thin rope shot out from his hand, piercing straight through the dark mass of undead birds, screeching undead vultures flew away but quickly regrouped.

Fang Hong tilted his head slightly, observing the scene for a brief judgment, then raised his right hand, gently slicing from left to right.

A burst of white light exploded along the path his hand traced.

"Screeching Banshee!"

"Concussion Bomb!"

Not far away, Luo Hao immediately caught sight of those subtle shadows weaving through the dense darkness, but more so, he focused on Fang Hong's back, and for a moment, it was like a lightning bolt cut through his mind.

He suddenly opened his mouth wide as that image flashed through his mind—

That youth in the Elf Ruins, flipping off the Descendants of Flor.

And that figure that walked nonchalantly off the competition field at the Continental League.

Those two shadows intertwined, perfectly overlapping with the silhouette right in front of him...

And after the white light of the Concussion Bomb, the situation on the battlefield began to change.

For undead vultures, low-rank undead, the Concussion Bomb could almost have a full immobilization effect, even if just for a few seconds, it's enough to make them fall from the sky in droves, even if a few escaped, it wouldn't harm Fang Hong's later plans.

The latter raised his head.

Huge empty holes appeared among the dense mass of undead birds, even though they were being patched up visibly to the naked eye, it was enough.

The fleeting opportunity was emerging in Fang Hong's eyes.

And in the instructor's eyes, he only saw the latter leap into the air, using a flying rope to move between several buildings, quickly passing through the undead vulture's encirclement, crossing the street to reach the other side—but things were far from over, he also saw Fang Hong turn back there, raising his head and looking towards the sky.

The other pressed a hand against his chest, doing something peculiar. Suddenly, the instructor felt his heart tighten, like an invisible force sweeping across the Mind World, a heavy pressure that seemed to stifle him. It was like being in a dark Abyss.

Among the endless blackness, only two golden eyes looked down upon him.

The instructor instinctively stepped back, the illusion vanished, still the same street as before, but to his amazement he saw—the dense undead vultures in the air, though he didn't know what had happened, suddenly turned towards the other end of the street, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

He paused for a moment then looked over there, only to find the young Alchemist had already vanished without a trace.

He then realized the youth must have used some technique to lure all those undead vultures away. The illusion he saw earlier must have been the youth's doing—but was it technique, Alchemy, Magic Guided Conductor, or some other power?

The instructor suddenly realized that he had never heard of similar powers before.

"Seven Seas Travel Group?"

He pondered the name, wondering if he had ever heard of such a guild, though it wasn't one of the top ten guilds. But was it a first-tier guild, or a new emerging second-tier guild from Eteliria?

But he quickly snapped back to reality, realizing this was not a place to linger—previously rescued civilians needed to be escorted to safety as soon as possible—thus he turned back, only to find Luo Hao in the team standing behind him with a look of shock, stuttering and pointing to the other end of the street:

"Instructor, that, that is..."

The instructor thought Luo Hao was simply astonished by the scene before, so he nodded: "He found a way to lure the monsters away, so we must hurry to take advantage of the time others bought for us and bring citizens to safety."

"No, Instructor," Luo Hao hurriedly shook his head although due to urgency, his speech was a bit chaotic: "It's that person!"

"That person?"

"The one from... Continental League..." Luo Hao felt at a loss for how to describe it, "But his level shouldn't be this high, there's something wrong..."

The instructor couldn't help but get a bit angry: "What do you mean his level shouldn't be so high? Who are you talking about? Luo Hao, are you not speaking clearly?"

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